At first I thought of writing just one sex story but responses for my first sex story which is “ The night at the Airport, were over whelming and th...ere were three people who even said that they want me to write more. So that is the reason I am continuing this in the name of “ My girlfriend and me “ and by the way thanks for the responses and feed backs for the last story of mine.So here comes the second sex story which is actually the continuation of the first part. Who didn’t read it please do. Man things. So if I'm going to admire lovers, it's especially nice if they're both women." Ariana laughed. I ran my palm over Pat's shoulder, up to the base of her neck, and behind her head. I leaned forward, cupping her skull in my hand, and kissed her throat. She purred, and ran her fingers through my hair."What you really mean," suggested Julie from her chair, "is that when you see two women kissing, your mind immediately starts to construct a B-movie porn flick around them." Well, yeah," I. “Sir, clothing in the restaurant is usually expected to be a little more ... formal.”I looked down and flushed. I was wearing the same jeans I had put on in Thorncliff.“I’m very sorry. I hadn’t realised.”“It’s alright.” The waitress grinned, looked sideways at the mostly deserted restaurant, and lowered her voice. “I’ll make an exception today.”“Thank you.” In moments the table was covered in a platter of fresh fruit and a tall tumbler of ice and cordial. “Perhaps –” the waitress turned, dark. He declared it to be perfect for his simple needs, in fact he was carrying only a back pack. I asked him if he would like to start work right away and he seemed eager to do so. He set about mucking out the horse stalls and completed the task with both expertise and alacrity. I gave him a list of assignments for the day. As I went about my work teaching riding lessons to my students, I saw him striding across the fields carrying out the various tasks I had set him. At the end of the day I.