” she paused when the waitress came to bring my order.Without taking notice of her, I continued: “ ... of when you’re fisting my twat while I’...m eating you out?” This was one of our fantasies, and Martina wanted to sink into the ground for shame while the waitress gave her best to act like she didn’t hear any of that.I thanked her and got started on my icecream. “Oh god Kat,” Martina said. “You’re crazy.” I smiled. “Do you even know how horny these thoughts make me feel?”I raised my eyebrows.. ”“Then why? Huh? Why not me? Why not us?”“I can’t …”“Fuck, Anna. You can. You owe me an explanation.”“Tom …”“You have never been afraid to say what you feel. Don’t start now.”“I guess I was afraid that if I lost you, then I would have no one left. And I am selfish. OK? I am the asshole.”I moved to her, sinking on the couch. I folded my hands across my chest.“Anna, you ARE going to lose me. I am not doing this anymore. I need you in my life, but I can’t sit back and watch you date guy after guy.. "The family resemblance thing is obvious - people have told us both that before. Sorry, I'm so used to herthat I don't think even about it, and you pointing it out to me makes me feel a little foolish. I'm slightlytaller than she is, but if you couldn't see you might not know the difference", she said, and continued "But I know what I can do, and I've been thinking about it - I'm going to cut my hair shorter". "What willthat do?" I asked her. "It'll be easier to take care of, it'll dry. She was so drunk, she didn't know my cock was in her hand and she was stroking me. I remember being so excited watching her staring at my cock. I so wanted to put a hand to the back of her head and push her face in my lap. I so wanted her to suck me. She just held my stiff prick in her hand and fondled the top of my exposed dick with her long, manicured fingers, while I had my way with her C cup breasts.When I think back, just as I am now, I was such a horny pervert then. Even though I was.