When I replayed in my mind what had happened, I realised that there hadn't been any kissing. Not on the mouth, not on the breasts, nor between the leg... - nothing. It reminded my of an article I had recently read. It stated that in a survey of 14 to 18 year old girls, a large majority had thought of kissing another woman as a lesbian act.The same majority had considered lesbianism 'unacceptable' or 'best avoided'. (This survey may already be out of date, thanks to Madonna's and Britney's valiant. "Patti, bring all our bags in. Bring them to the laundry room so youcan sort the soiled things right away. And please be careful with mydelicates. And as soon as you are done with that you need to preparedinner for us, something light will be fine."I had to empty the car, unpack our bags, sort the soiled laundry, andprepare dinner. By the end of the evening, I was exhausted bothphysically and emotionally.After we finished our dinner, Judy congratulated me on my performance."Patti, you did. Jackie was startled when I reappeared with the keys. She was going to have a seat while she waited, and she didn't even have a chance to start for the chair. I took her hand and pulled her down the back hallway. The vestibule for the basement stairs was well lit, and I could easily see to put the key in the door. The problem was finding the correct key. I tried all the normal shaped keys, and then took up the irregular ones when none would work. I was almost at the end of my keys. I did find. To make her mine. I would not wait for her to make the move any longer. She was driving me crazy.She was in the kitchen cooking our breakfast when I caressed her breasts from her behind while gently rubbing my dick into her ass. She started her usual escape routines by finding ways to doge me. Not this time. I locked her tight between my arms. I was far too gone to stop no. The guy down stairs had taken control over me.She tried to wiggle free but her attempts futile. My pressings were turning.