She started screaming and cursing at Billy, making all sorts of threats if he didn't get her out.For his part, Billy was totally amazed at what he had... done. He was never so bold in his short life. At first he was a little bit afraid of what the consequences of his actions might be. Then he remembered all the times he suffered the torments of this mean older girl. The uniqueness of the situation and the possibilities this allowed started to creep into his head. Maybe it was time for a bit of. Each dress had uneven stitches with a few puckers here and there, as Gayle’s amateur sewing skills would allow. The fabric, purchased at the local Goodwill as a mill end for ninety-nine cents a yard, the patterns Gayle downloaded from the internet during a visit to the college library. Gayle was teaching Tasha how to sew, passing the knowledge from mother to daughter like parents and children had done for many generations before them. It gave them some purpose together, a way to bond, an excuse. My breasts sprang free and I had my first full view of Carla’s beautiful orbs. I had to touch them. They were firm and soft. I worried her nipples between my fingers. I heard a moan escaping from her luscious lips. I tried to remember when the last time was, I caressed another woman’s breasts, other than my own. More than ten years ago, I realized, before my live-in partner left me for one of her students.I forgot all about the discovery, the journey we had to complete. I kissed, caressed and. I got onto the bed beside her. She pulled my face down to hers and kissed me passionately. Her tongue danced with mine, as she sucked and kissed my lips. I worked my fingers inside her pussy, coating my fingers in her juices. If there was one thing I knew, it was how to finger a woman. She worked her hips in rhythm with my fingers. Little moans escaped from her mouth. “Taste your fingers, baby. Taste me on your fingers,” she whispered. She tasted tangy on my fingers. “Lick my clit baby". Suck.