"You never got over her did you? Even after they married." Mom says all my girlfriends were pale imitations of Caitlyn. Except for you." You loved her..." I could see Maria's mind racing as it examined the possibilities. "You've slept with her?" But before I could answer she'd already moved on to the next thought. "Did you have sex with her this weekend?" It's more complicated than that." That's pretty complicated Dave."So I told her about my brother's inability to impregnate his wife. About the. Megan smiled at me, pulling out her garage door opener. “We’re going to your car and you’re driving me to my house, right?” Her tone was very angry. I could tell this was going to suck and not in a good way.When we got in the car Megan gave me directions to her house. Their house wasn’t far so it didn’t take long to drive there. Before I turned the car off, I grabbed Megan’s hand. “Okay, I did hear the tail end of your conversation with your husband. It sounded like this isn’t something you. ”“Just kissed?” Fiona’s question was whispered into the night.Charlotte blushed again. Her cheeks felt on fire. She knew Fiona could see the blush rising up her neck and over her face.“No,” she managed to croak.“What else?” Fiona leant in closer, her fingers, the long fingernails with the black nail polish pressed onto Charlotte’s thigh.“She.. um.. She pulled my knickers down and fingered me.”Charlotte’s confession tumbled out as her face blushed as red as Fiona’s Vauxhall Nova.Fiona moved. She looked back over her shoulder and rubbed softly at her thighs, where a slight red mark had been made by the edge of the vanity stool. The flesh of her big breasts quivered as she walked across the bedroom carpet to her closet. When she opened the closet door, once again she was greeted by a full-length-mirror image of herself. She glanced at it thoughtfully, posing a little as she had seen Jeanne, her roommate, do in fashion shows.I could be a model if I wanted to, she thought. And anyway,.