Dottie had told Margo that Libby chose her partners but that she wasn’t unfamiliar with lesbian sex. Libby was more Margo’s age (around 40) and ju...ging from her accent came from the Midwest. She was a stocky woman, but not fat, with a pleasant face and what was obviously a good-size rack. “I hope we weren’t too …loud last night’, enquired Margo“Oh no…it was “nice” loud …more groaning and moaning’, laughed Libby“You don’t get a little horny….when your customers are all women ?” asked Pam, rather. She doesn’t seem to be attracted to females, either. What woman hangs out on the range on her off-days, or goes hunting or fishing by herself? Oh, I know there are probably some, but I can’t think of any off the top of my head. From what I’m told, she even fished and hunted sometimes while in the field – off duty, of course. Her supervisors have all reported that she gives one hundred percent to her work assignments. It’s not as if she’s butch or anything; hell, she’s fucking beautiful – well,. I stood there ramrod straight, not really knowing where to put my hands.Emma kept pumping away, slowly and methodically, almost in sync with her breathing, which seemed to me to be a bit more laboured than normal. Her face was so close to my cock, I felt the warmth of her breath brushing against my dick.It was all so surreal, and exciting.A drop of precum beaded out of my slit and ran down, coating my sister’s fingers.“Oh shit, sorry,” I said.“That’s okay. I don’t mind it.”I swallowed down a. “I won’t give in!” “I’ll be watching,” he had warned. “It will all be filmed. Your whole night alone. With only your dirty thoughts to influence you.” The following morning she walked into the lounge as confidently as she could. She did not look at Steven who sat at the table reading a newspaper. She poured herself an orange juice and sat at the opposite end of the table. After some time Steven lowered the paper and fixed her in a cold stare. “Well?” he questioned. “Well what?” she replied,.