She asks “Do you have any dark colors that need to be washed? I don’t want waste your water on this small of a load.” I walk back to the bedroom... and pick up some jeans and the torn shirt from last night. She smiles and takes the jeans and places them in the washer. She looks at the shirt and and says “Sorry about the shirt. I just got a little emotional and ripped it off of you. I don’t think this needs to be washed it needs to be thrown away.” My phone rings and I answer it. It is my friend. As I stood there I looked at the sight of her in herpink petticoat and pink frilly panties, I looked down at myselfpast my 'breasts' to my black satin panties, suspenders andstockings and on to the knee high boots and I thought how I couldnot remember more exciting images.Sally Anne became more and more excited with both the vibratorand her hand moving furiously, her eyes were fixed on me and,just as she had over that wonderful weekend, she became vocalsaying such things as 'what a lesbian slut. She then leaned forward and, brushing her boobs on my arm, said that she found that hard to believe, because my touch was driving her wild. She moved her chair closer to mine, and brushed her thigh alongside mine. The feel of another woman's touch was more exciting than I had ever dreamed possible. She was so soft. She was so incredibly sexy. And she was so "into" me. She kept gazing into my eyes and reaching up to touch my hair. I could not believe this was happening. After another drink I. I know that you think we're both too selfish and we aren't ready to settle down with one another, but I think we can both be faithful now. We know what's important." Walter, if you both want it enough, it will work out somehow."Just about then, Carla came out and I let her in on my side, so that she wouldn't have to try climbing past Walter. There was something about Carla's hair that was such a turn on for me. As I held the seat forward for her to get in, I almost wanted to reach out and touch.