“Do you remember the brown liquid?” Shania asked me. I clicked off the remote. “The bourbon?” I replied. “Yeah, I remember.” “Should I t...ell you what I was really thinking that day?” “You can tell me anything, my love. It won’t make a whit of difference in how I love you.” “Well,” she said, “that day when the elevator was broken, I saw you at your door. I thought, ‘There’s that nice guy. Wonder if he’d do me.’” “You really thought that?” “I did. I was a slut.” I laughed aloud. “You were never a. "I half know what you meanSam..."Reassured by her touch I hesitantly asked. "Are you a lesbian Bee?" I don't know," she admitted. "I do know I've never found men sexuallyattractive and from the moment I knew what it meant to be a woman thatidea of being married to a man revolted me to the depths of my soul...The thing was until I came to England at 16 for my A-levels the conceptof finding a woman attractive simply did not exist in my psyche. Iguess with being brought up in a Islamic world and. " The voice teased as three small glowing pearls began to float up towards Talyn. They stopped in front of her sex, then slowly pressed into her nethers, gliding into her, parting her folds before they suddenly began to vibrate. A small string of pearls remained outside her sex, and they slowly began to form a small circle, pressing out and up to encircle Talyns clit, vibrating heavily as the woman struggled to hold herself up. Soon enough, her strength began to fade, a mixture of pleasure and. Stripping her clothes off, she walked through the apartment naked, turning on the faucet of the tub. As it filled up with hot water, she threw in a bath bomb and poured herself a glass of wine. Stepping into the main room, she stopped when she saw the blank space on the shelf.A chill ran up her spine. Walking to her bed, she pulled back the covers to reveal that Jenny was somehow buried halfway down in bed.“I’m not dealing with this today,” she muttered, sticking Jenny back on the shelf. She.