Now as Colette’s mouth covered Abby’s sex and her tongue parted the convergence of her labia she felt the marvelous lingual organ skating in her m...oistened, slippery groove. Strange, she thought Arthur doing this very thing just hours ago and it was so exciting. But his tongue was nowhere near as delicate as was Colette’s. Nor did he seem to move it as purposefully she did hers. She’s a woman though and understands her own physiology thus mine. But, but... and as Colette’s pinkie began. There was an awkward silence and we all stood looking at each other. Then Nicola took control and told me to go and get everyone a beer whilst she showed them into our lounge. I joined them a few minutes later and sat on the chair whilst they both sat on the sofa either side of Nicola. The conversation was difficult with polite “how was town ?”, “Who was out ?” and then some gossip about some mutual friends. All I could think was that by noon the next day this would be all around the rugby. I’d never really been into touching her; she was always the one that touched me. I would just sit back and let her do whatever she wanted; I remember it used to be like she worshipped my body. She used to touch me whenever she could, she would stroke my hands and tell me that she loved me and I would just nod and fail to say anything back at all. She placed her hands on the side of my face and kissed me again, moving away a bit to look into my eyes. I quickly moved away and stood up. “This. *giggles* That’s the one where you get stripped naked, a pink bra forced on your blubber tits, some frilly sissy panties snapped around your waist, makeup smeared all over you face like a slut, a tampon shoved up your ass & a menstrual pad you’re your panties. *giggles* Then, if your date is feeling really vengeful, she’ll send you out on the street corner to pick up some fag & earn a few bucks to repay her for wasting her time this evening. Won’t that be fun, Tinkerbell? *giggles* But maybe.