"Pretending you're a boy doesn't make you a lesbian." I hope not!" I laughed. "That would be so sick."By that time, we'd reached the mall. It was kind...of late, so we'd only have about an hour to shop if we wanted to make it back home before curfew. If we didn't make it back home, and the police caught us, we'd have to spend the night in jail. Well, not in a cell. I mean, we'd have to stay at the police station, probably sleeping on an old couch or something. At least we'd have all the donuts we. Well, there had been more than a few drinks, and even a strong guy like Aron was bound to feel the effects of so much alcohol in his bloodstream.“What are you talking about?”Through the haze of alcohol, Aron seemed to start reconsidering his confessions.“I’m still bitchy as hell!” Carter laughed and kissed his friend with a loud smack.“Hmm, that reminds me,” Aron pushed himself to his feet. “Good thing I brought that home.”Carter rolled on one side and found it ideal to just walk on his fours. As I left her in the bar with a drink I noticed the coach driver getting a drink, I winked at her and made my way to a smoking area outside. In the smoking area was a mature lady she was wearing a blue blouse and skirt, we got chatting about the usual rubbish and she told me she was Brenda, 69, widowed a few years ago, she came on breaks away with her friend, Lillian, who’d gone for a walk. As we talked I saw she had a bit of chub and carried it well as she was only about 5’3”. The chat got a. Dropping my trousers to my feet and stepping out, he moved closer, my back to the wall. Smiling again, our bulges touching through the fabric, he looked me in the eyes. Lips parted a little, his pressed to mine while he steadied himself with hands against the wall. It felt strange but not unpleasant, slowly lingering, my bottom lip between his. Relaxing, my hands ran down his back to his buttocks, firm and toned.Pulling him closer, our tongues began to touch as I felt his hands running down to.