“Oh, God, that’s so good,” she whispered softly. “Can you just lie there, staying still for a minute or two?”We lay there, joined together, ...our fingers brushing and rubbing around her clit. I listened to Fiona’s breathing, every so often she would moan softly, pushing back into me.“Just move slowly in and out,” she whispered. “I’m really close...”I rocked my hips slowly, causing me to slide in and out of her; it only took a few slow strokes before I felt her tense up and sigh softly, a sigh. Her little one was making noises, but not crying. I suppose since she was getting attention that was what she wanted. Wanting to watch what the process was, I turned on my back and propped my head up on a folded pillow. After she changed the diaper, she put the infant back into the bassinette and disappeared into the bathroom to probably use the toilet and wash her hands. Nancy came back in, picked up the tiny critter that was becoming impatient, and carried it to one of three rocking chairs. I told him when we were in college and we had an intense conversation about sex and our sexual urges and our past sexual encounters.I'm not gay but I have too much gay in me to ignore my same sex desires for all of my life. I fooled around with my best friend when we were in our early teens, but that was no more than the normal sexual exploration that many of us share with our friends in our teenage years.I was between girlfriends and I went out cruising by myself the previous weekend. I was. She told me that Patricia was to call her mistress for the night and that she’d call her mom girl.“Um, you could say I already gave her permission, pumpkin. I was aware of what was supposed to happen on the weekend and I guess that Lotta kind of insisted that she was owed or something. You could say it’s my fault in fact. I never specifically withdrew my permission after Saturday. So maybe it should be me apologizing to you. I’m really sorry, Evelyn.” I hoped she’d accept my sincerity. I really.