“What? What are you talking about?”“I’m talking about you and me. Kayla and Lindsey. I’m talking about being gay and...and I’m really sorr... about this...not wanting to have sex with you anymore.”“What? You want a divorce?” I asked.“No,” she said. “At least I don’t think so. Not if we can work it out. I still love you, and hopefully, we’ll be grandparents someday. But I’m just not attracted to you that way. I’m not sure I ever was.”That was one hell of a blow to the ego, let me tell you.“So, how. I broke our lovely kiss and looked into her beautiful blue eyes. My right hand found its way to her panties, where I kneaded what was inside with my fingers. I looked down to it, and then back up again into her eyes and said “I want you. I want to know what you feel like… inside me.” Her mouth dropped open, and she grabbed my head pulling me in for another kiss. As our tongues mingled yet again, I found myself thinking about what I just said. I had even surprised myself with that, but like I. “Interesting thought,” said Katya, “and we can certainly do that, but let me tell you a secret. What do you think I do for a living?” Maxine was wondering that herself and at some point, she assumed that Katya had well-off parents handing her money whenever she needed some. As Katya explained, that was not the case and she was fending for herself by running a successful escort business.“Now look at yourself!” She pulled Maxine out of bed and dragged her to the mirror. “Look at yourself as. "Opps, hope I didn't break it…." She exclaimed. "How does it work now. If I had a chandelier hanging over the table here, I would just lean and reach up with the 'Helping Hand" and wipe the dirt and dust off the lights?" Feigning that there was a light hanging over the table, she leaned against the table and forward, stretching her arm out with the 'Hand' in it, pretending to be wiping dust off the lamp in an exaggerated manner. Her breasts bounced back and forth and tumbled out from under the.