Grace had met my mother and they did not like each other one bit.My life became quite interesting in the coming weeks. I would see Grace when my girlf...iend was at work (she wanted to take it slow, which loosely translated meant kissing and hugging and handholding but no sex), I would text/call her all the time, and I would share a bed with my girlfriend. Trying to compartmentalize my life was quite difficult. Like I said, working nightshift helped, because both would leave me alone during the. We all know why the three of us are here, even if Jenny is so young and inexperienced that she probably can't read the signals too clearly. Her eyes flutter close and she puckers her lips forward. I realize the moment before our lips touch, that I will be her first real kiss.As our lips touch, mine more experienced, hers just learning, she sighs. I sigh back to her and let my lips split apart. She feels the moisture of my kiss and her mouth opens just a bit. Our lips slide together. Evelyn. My stockings are black to match my skirt and my pink heels combine with them perfectly. My heels match the pale pink; almost see through, strappy vest top. I am not wearing a bra as Master loves my breasts so they must be easy for him to get to, and my nipples are just visible. Neither am I wearing panties. My blonde, shoulder length hair is in a pony tail and I have applied just a little gloss to make my lips shine. I bite my bottom lip as I'm nervous tonight and watching the clock for when. Was she taking anything from me? Not really. She wasn’t fucking other guys, only girls. So what was missing? Not love. She did love me completely, I knew that. Trust perhaps ... She hadn’t lied directly, but it would have been a lot better for her to tell me herself, than have me discover it like that.I’d watched her very carefully, and after a couple of months of seeing nothing else, had come to the conclusion that she was only fucking those three, and only on odd occasions. It wasn’t a.