She was beginning to pleasure herself right there in front of me. As she pulled her skirt up and began to rub her right hand up and down across her pu...sy, her left hand was rubbing circles around her nipples one at a time. I was so shocked by her behavior that it took me much longer than it should have to realize Beth wasn’t wearing any panties. Under her skirt she was bare and the hairs surrounding her pussy were already soaked by what I’m certain were their combined juices. But she never. "I'll take the chance. Can you meet me at the Starbucks on Third in 15 minutes?"It was my turn to hesitate. I could make it, but not unless I went in what I was wearing. I hated the thought, for several reasons. Another one of the things I'd learned in sales was that you didn't make the deal if you couldn't get the prospect to pay attention to you. And that it was still a sexist boy's club in the executive offices.I wouldn't say I dressed like a slut, but my skirts were shorter, my heels. Getting up she made us some sandwiches and tea for lunch, then we got started with the wall paper. As we worked she began telling me about how she got started having sex with a lady friend in University too. They lived together for quite a few years and also socialized with other lesbians. I began to realize there were lots of other women like us who preferred other women for their sexual gratification, and that a lot of them were married too. I never heard the term bisexual used, it seemed. I remembered "my" wedding! They also had twokids together. I also remembered giving birth -- twice! Allen caught mewhen I collapsed and carried me over to the bed and sat me down. "Sarah,I'm going to call 911," he said as he started to walk away."No, Allen, I'm fine. My head just hurts. I'll be fine." Are you sure, Sarah? You have me so worried." I'm fine, Hon. I'm just going to lie here for a bit and rest." Okay, Babe. I'm going to call your mother and ask her to pick up thekids from.