“OK.”We got in the elevator and the doors closed.“So, wedding night tonight, is it?” Clarissa teased.“No ‘Dance of Isaiah’, no marriage!...��“There are both a priest AND a bishop here!”“Ah, but an Orthodox marriage has to be performed in the temple!”“So, then honeymoon first, wedding second!”“Please don’t say anything to anyone upstairs,” I said. “I’ll get in major trouble.”“I’d never do that!” she protested.“Sorry, I just need to be super-careful.”“You know I’ll never betray you.”“I know,” I said,. We leave the restaurant and walk through the streets. He pulls me close for a kiss and his hands creep under my coat. I feel his hand slide under my top and I tremble. I feel my legs weaken and hold onto him kissing him deeply. His hands explore my body and I feel them undo my jeans. I move to accommodate his wandering hand and he slides it down inside my panties and touches my clit. I moan as he kisses me holding me close. He sucks on my bottom lip and his fingers slide inside me. I hear. As she walked from me in the short robe, I couldn’t help but check out her nicely shaped legs. I was changing from my day before clothes to a fresh set when I heard from the bathroom, “Brett, where in the hell is the hair conditioner?” Wearing just a t shirt and briefs I went to find out what my sister was yelling about. I poked my head in the bathroom door so see Irene leaning part way out of the shower, she said “I need conditioner for my hair, I have to get the shampoo out, there isn’t. I don't know why, though. The image of a naked man never made me as wet as the thought of a smooth, silky, naked lady. It was easy for me to notice my interest in the same sex when one day I felt a moist spot in my panties grow as I spent a about three quarters of English class staring at Carla Tambourine's long, shiny legs. She always had a mini skirt on in school and sometimes a cute pair of toe-less heels. She was sought after by both the boys and girls in my school. I even heard that she.