“What a convenient explanation, Marika,” I angrily erupted. “Sounds like a crock of shit to me! How is it that you can’t remember the details?...��Mel intervened and said, “Now, Jack, remember what I said about being civil? Marika, you don’t need to answer his question.”“No, I want to answer. I remember flashes of different men pulling at me, their laughter and the awful stink of cigars… I’m so sorry, but I can’t remember much past that.”“So, do you have any memory of this?” I asked, holding up the. So, why should we, I mean girls who like girls in general, be any different?" No, that does make sense. Are you trying to get at something I'm not seeing?" She paused, laughing nervously, and I wondered if she caught on to what I was implying.Of course, I had thought about fucking her before, but I never wanted to scare her away. Was I really implying this?"What?" I said, gathering a little courage and becoming more than a little turned on. My voice was suddenly more powerful. "That you and I. Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Beth barked. Pulling at her bra strap Beth said, get these off and throw them away. Hanging her head Mary sobbed as she took off her bra and slid her panties down. Standing naked, she covered her pussy, and crossed an arm over her tits. Tears rolling down her face she asked, you happy now. Smacking her butt Beth said, now undress me. Sadly Mary unbuckled Beth's belt. Stepping around her, Mary pulled down the zipper on the back of her dress. As it fell, Beth. Why don’tyou sit here,” I provocatively pointed to the area on the floorbetween my now slightly spread legs, “and then I can reach youbetter.” He quickly positioned himself so that I could reach his neck andshoulders. As I began massaging him, he expressed his pleasure withmoans and sighs that sounded very sexual. I continued rubbing, quitesure where this could be headed. (AdProvider = window.AdProvider || []).push({"serve": {}});He suddenly turned, got to his.