I'm a lesbian."For a moment, I didn't know what to say. In some unconscious way, I think I already knew it, but hearing her say this out loud had caug...t me off guard. Sure, I had noticed that the way how she sometimes looked at me had felt more than just the look of a good friend. However, I wasn't sure how to respond to her confession, but in the end, I thought that my actions would explain it better than I could tell her in words.I moved closer to her and when I was sitting next to her, I. Believe it or not I get a lot of guys who follow me into the arcade from the streets. There's a "modeling studio" located in the same building, so a lot of them think I work there, but the girls at the counter know me and usually tell them what the deal is with me. Most do not care that I'm really a guy.It was a little slow at first, so I just hung out, talking to this one old fag who hangs out there. Then I heard the loud click of the door to the arcade and I knew someone was coming in. I was. This girl was really experienced in beneath the sheets activities. She settled on top of my erection sliding it in and out of her hot wet pussy. Then I was doing her doggie style, she moaned, groaned and screamed begging me for cum. Finally I tossed her on her back and deep drilled for thirty minutes and then came in her in a climax that rocked us both. We continued to make love all through the following day in almost every room of the house. In the kitchen while breakfast was on. ”Without missing a beat, Deborah introduced herself as if it were our first time meeting. Shelly introduced herself as Deborah’s “partner in crime” with a little giggle.“I will leave you all to get to know one another,” Dan said as he excused himself to return to his seat.Deborah, Shelly, and I slipped back out into the almost-empty hallway as the next session began.It was awkward. I didn’t know what Shelly knew, if anything. But she broke the ice when she touched my arm and offered, “Relax. I.