We went back to the gay bar and hung with the lesbians pretty regularly, but not every weekend.My boobs kept growing until I was a b-cup. I really had...to work at it to hide them while at work. I started wearing a binder on my chest while I was there. In some ways I began to feel freer evenings and weekends when I could just wear a bra on them.Frequently when we were out, guys would ask us to dance. Usually Susan would decline, but once in a while she’d suggest we just dance with the guys for a. I slowly eased my way clear, and wobbled to the bathroom. Once I drained the radiator, I realized that the day was nearly halfway gone, and if we were going to accomplish anything, before dinner, we ought to get moving.Leaving Kathy to her slumber (richly deserved, indeed!), I made my way down the stairs. While the coffee perked, I loaded the dishwasher, and cleaned the pots and suchlike that wouldn’t fit or get clean in the dishwasher. My labors were soon rewarded by the steaming elixer of. You -‘ ‘Oh my God,’ she was in shock. ‘But, but, you were so, I mean, damn. How did you know how to do what you did so well?’ ‘Years of pornos, Penthouse stories, and imagination. I have thought about what I would do for quite some time,’ I said honestly. ‘I wanted you to be happy enough for it not to have shown through.’ ‘Well bravo! You studied your role well. And while I do not have an Oscar handy I do have this,’ she said as she reached out and pulled me to her and passionately kissed me.. "Then it was pleasant for you as well?"Dysea nodded, and even under her tan she turned a small shade of red. "Even after our systems purged the pheromone she secretes when excited and made us immune to it you mean?" She spoke shyly. "Yes ... it was extremely pleasant for me."Tarifa couldn't help but blush as well squeezing Dysea's hand. "What do we do?" I have seen this before, though not on as large a scale as with Aihola." Dysea spoke. "I sincerely doubt she even knows she secretes the.