Christine just smiled nervously but the confident Brenda asked, "Would you like a coffee?"Now, although married Christine's sex life could at best be ...escribed as occasional she had had no thoughts of involvement with a female-not since school anyway.Brenda's sex life from her schooldays to date had exclusively involved women."Um yes, why not?" replied Christine in response to the offer of a coffee and she then immediately wondered why she had accepted.The two women sat opposite each other in. She wriggled free of her skirt and pushed him back on the couch. "I'm going to fuck you now." She crawled over him, her ripe breasts swinging like melons on a vine. "I've wanted to fuck you for years," she whispered, kissing his neck, his ears, his mouth, which smelled of her. She lowered her cunt over the swollen tip of his cock in a slow, circling motion. He kissed her open mouth as she sank down, engulfing his cock in her generous pussy. "Nobody's ever fucked me like this, girlfriend-- you. Then in front of his parents she had shrunk him and put him as a captive in the pretty ornamental glass bottle Sara’s mom gave her eleven years ago for her birthday.The bottle that looked just like Barbra Eden’s home on television’s ‘I Dream of Jeanie.’ Sara’s head was pounding; someone at her door was pounding. Sara looked as disheveled as she felt answering the door in her faded old maroon ‘Rene-Robert Cavelier High’ sweats that she had slept in.There were three people at her door, her. That's what I gotta say!" Wait till he comes!" Richard added, grinning. "Your gonna love that even more!"By then, Kyle was getting very, very close to an orgasm (again), but this time it seemed like Richard was going to finally allow him to come; or so Kyle was really hoping he would be allowed to!After several more moments had passed, and as his heart was now pounding hard in his chest, and his pulse equally strong on either side of his neck, Kyle knew he was just about to come---and he said.