But after a while it became obvious that this was her normal reaction to an overload of orgasms; she had just simply convulsed herself into unconsciou...sness when her body couldn't take any more. Anyway, after we split up, I was invited downstairs by the neighbors, a couple of women whom I'd always assumed were lesbians.When I asked for their opinion about why my wife had left me, they first suggested it was because I wan't satisfying her in bed. I didn't think that was it, but Sally persisted.. .. my wife, Tandra." I'd remembered his hesitation over what to call my sister from his phone call, and found myself using the same term he had, but it took some concentration."Thank you for coming down on such short notice. Rebecca's resting peacefully now, as they have her on sedatives. But she kept calling your names, almost insisting that I ask you to come down. Oh, and by the way? Call me Carson."Tandra had taken up a position beside Beckie's bed and was holding her hand while our friend. . at the party. That night... the pain... the pain of existence."The pain of existence.She wouldn't let me alone. Bad enough that she'd call me four or five times a day at my workplace. But, she also had this annoying habit of dropping in unannounced at my apartment and more or less demanding sex right then and there. And even when you're not in a particularly lusty mood, it's hard to turn down a needy woman when she's rubbing her nipples against you and grabbing your crotch. It was very. . you're so beautiful!" she breathed, stroking and kissing Charise's shoulders.Now Charise giggled softly. "I ain't beautiful. Only cute." I'm beautiful too," Jane pouted."You're both so beautiful," Laura added. "Let's go into the bedroom."Since she and Jane had fucked exuberantly only days before in the bedroom, Laura knew she wouldn't be nervous about going there. But Charise was another matter. They were inviting her into a lesbian encounter, not only with one but with two girls at the same.