“Yikes, I think I saw this guy’s picture on a ‘Wanted’ sign at the post office,” he chuckled about another. “Oh my God, this next guy is s...xty and he looks like his mother dressed him for his profile pic.”That continued for about fifteen minutes, then he suddenly got quiet. I turned away from the stove and asked, “What, you found one that created an account from prison or something?”“No,” he replied. “This one actually seems normal.”I snatched the laptop away to look for myself. The man’s name. Once we were travelling Mum grabbed my wrist and lifted my arm over her head and arranged it across her shoulders and guided my hand down to cup her bare tit. I felt the softness and weight of her breast in its relaxed state and I was quite content just to hold it and softly brush my thumb back and forth on her nipple. Mum lowered both her hands to cup her pussy and then just leaned against me, not moving, with a satisfied smile and her eyes almost closed. She was nearly asleep.Eventually Mum. I'm looking to make it better. We love each other, that makes the sex better. I want to make the sex better 'cause I hope it'll make the love deeper... Tell me, how long have we been having sex together?" Dummy. You know we met five years ago, and you fucked me the first time. You tell me. I think you've already figured it out, anyway. How long have you been leading up to this?" Not too long. It's five years, and during that first year, fooling around until we were sure, I must have slept with. She'd never ever wanted to have anything like this to do with another woman. Ever. And here she was, wanting her friend to touch her. Silently, she stood up, Amelia's hand falling from her breast, her eyes still glued to Sarah's.Amelia wasn't sure what was happening. Sarah hadn't looked away, but she hadn't said anything either. When she stood up, she thought that she'd just walk away and her heart raced as she considered (within what must have been a split instant only) what she might have.