"Yes," said Sherry, still settling her clothing. Then she noticed that Debbie was blushing. She laughed and said, "You saw Ben and me fucking, didn't ...ou? Yeah, you sure did!"Debbie could only nod her head. Finally, she managed to stutter, "I... I didn't mean to spy--honest! But I heard the noise and I went to look and I saw you and Ben and..." And you saw more than you intended, huh? Don't worry about it, kid," said the older girl. "That kind of thing happens all the time around here. Hell,. “She’s more of a lightweight. Ha. I wasn’t. She’s not like us,” Fancy said, laughing with her friend. “Here’s the thing. We made out right outside the bar. I liked it… maybe more than I should have.”“She won’t remember it. Now, did she also think you’re hot?”“Yup. She’s bisexual,” Fancy said.“Oh. I get what you’re asking me now. The old ‘I kissed a girl. I liked it.’ conversation with straight girls. Here’s how you go about it: You said she had a crush on you. She thinks you’re hot. Enjoy the. I then looked at the inch square cube I held in my right hand, wondering momentarily if I was actually going to use it or throw it away. I knew what I was going to do though. I slipped the cube n the machine, lay back and mentally activated the neural interface. The world faded to featureless blue. The words "NEGOTIATING NEURAL INTERFACE -- PLEASE WAIT" appeared in the air before me. After a few seconds, I saw "INTERFACE COMPLETE -- BEGIN SESSION? YES/NO" hover before my eyes. Taking a deep. I am talking about kissing and not humping, I would never be so sinful as to stoop to incest and risk my immortal soul.Both Trish and I were wearing sort of skimpy two piece bikinis but I have to admit in all honesty that Trish's backside looked a whole lot more promising than mine because she had those curves in the exact right places and when she moved even slightly, that special gap between her ass cheeks looked like a tantalizing welcome mat right in front of the rear door.My not as curvy.