“Well, the questions you asked at the interview, and, the… picture over there…” I indicated, and ground into an embarrassed si...ence. “I’m sorry,” I began, “I shouldn’t…” “Yes, ” she said, cutting me short. “I am a Lesbian. Women turn me on, I love women. I don’t hate men, just prefer women. By a good margin.” She looked me steadily in the eyes, I guess I gaped back at her. There was a silence. "Come over here, toilet." Michael went and sat on the long chair on the other side of the room. Still knelt down, Grace started crawling on all fours towards him with her mouth still open. Michael's confidence was sky high now and he started letting his true desires show. He told her to wait a few metres from him while he took off his pants, he then lay on his back on the chair and brought his legs up to his head, exposing his ass. Grace couldn't contain her smile as she stared at Michaels. Our first coupling had been frenetic, two lovers eager to get at each other and it was the best I’d ever had. But that was a feeling I’d had before, with other lovers, just not nearly as good. This was different. As I fucked Billy at a leisurely pace, I felt such an intensity of feeling, a feeling of well-being, like everything in my life had fallen into place and all I had to do was relax and let go. I honestly don’t know how long I rode Billy’s cock like that, totally and utterly content, but. It was at a sleepover at a friends house that she learned this trick and now she used it almost every night. She closed her eyes and began to slowly unbutton her blouse, she imagined it was Flint standing behind her doing it. It fell to the floor revealing a silky white bra. She cupped and gently rubbed her pert tits but in her minds eye she saw and felt him doing it. She unfastened the clasp and it to fell to the floor. Now as she gently rolled the nipples of her soft breasts she visualized.