Her lips part when Heather gently strokes them with her finger, Emma’s tongue darts out to catch a sample of her flesh and she giggles in delight.Em...a is amazed at her desire for the woman. She still likes men, there is no doubt about it, but she finds that her appetite for women is greater and it is driving her crazy. Her pussy throbs with ache, her pussy is soaked with her juices and she is dying to have Heather’s hands touching her. She moans when the woman finally does bring her lips to her. She had reached a point of being an innocent little slut with her little bits of "accidental" showing off her cute body to him in parts and glimpses. So when the day finally arrived, she had built herself up to an intensity of anticipation that was quite extraordinary. Tom and I were pretty excited too. We had candles all over the place — eighteen of them — and a nice fire in the fireplace. We were all fresh from our showers. Tom had suggested, and Melani had agreed, that I would call the tunes. I slipped a few fingers into her panties, and at first, she moaned and rocked her hips closer to me. I could feel her pubic hair; she was trimmed, but not completely shaven. I ran my fingers over the hair, but before I could go any lower, she swatted me and sat up.“No,” she said sternly. I asked why not, and she shook her head back and forth.“Is something wrong?” I asked her, but she continued shaking her head. “I want to, though…” She looked at me, and I knew that she wanted me to also, but I. "That's Renée and Terri. We did a bunch of trail riding." Any ... you know?"I shook my head. "All three of us like boys."She nodded. "Mom asked me if I wanted to go. I think I'm a one-man girl." Nothing wrong with that," I said. "I did miss Eric."She gave me a level look. "There's hope for you yet, little sister."There were a lot of ways I could have taken that, so I decided to be an adult and not ignore the implications. Instead I smiled vaguely and changed the subject. Sure, I'd get married,.