She looked at what she had done, a canvas of cobalt sky and sienna hillsides and squirted a glob of burnt umber on her pallet, the discarded top from ... container of cole slaw.Cocking her head and smiling as she thought about the boy's heavily ridged cock and her vulva's exercises on it, she dabbed heavily, painting a tree in the foreground with rapid stokes from bottom to top, dragging out the limbs to the edge and leaving deep and heavy steaks on the trunk that would take some time to dry. The. They just met after all. However, her common sense practicality was losing fast to her overwhelming desire to be closer to this man. His fingers were stroking her cheek and she felt at any minute she would melt into the hot water. ‘But… but your roommates,’ she muttered. ‘I have my own place,’ he said softly and then smiled assuringly. He stood up, quickly toweled off, and then held out his hand to lift her from the seat, much to Angela’s relief as she felt paralyzed. Jay rubbed her gently with. "Right!" she replied. "Which, as I stated, is very hard for me to do because besides not enjoying them, I'm very tired evenings. I'm also very tired evenings for active negative sexual validation." S&M?" I supplied the answer."Exactly!" she confirmed, just like the school teacher she was. "That leaves two: passive, positive sexual validation, that is, validation of your sexuality which you get without my active participation. Your solo masturbation comes in here. You say that this is empty?"I. Unless I miss my guess, you have no panties on. Pull up your skirt. All the way up, and hold it up." Joy did so, then planted her feet wide apart in hopeful expectation of a vaginal inspection. She sensed there was something different about Judy right away. There had always been lesbian overtones to the vaginal inspections, but neither acknowledged that fact. Joy kept quiet about her suspicions to encourage Judy. Judy masked her activities behind a facade in order to carefully guard her secret.