“Now why don't you tell us what Marissa's pussy feels like sliding up and down your girl-dick?”“Oh, yes,” Marissa gasped. “Does it feel half... as good for you as it does for me?”“More,” I moaned, my pussy clenching, juices leaking out, the wet spot on the loveseat growing. “You have no idea how amazing this is.”“Tell us,” Lana said. I blinked in shock as my blonde friend licked her fingers clean of her pussy juices while her other hand reached behind her, fumbling at her bra's clasp.“Her pussy. Unlike other lesbians, she didn't find that thought revolting. She found it exciting. Was she not a real lesbian? She'd never considered the difference between bi-sexual and lesbian, but now she was meeting it head on, face to face, cock to pussy. Would it be ok to "not be a lesbian?" It's all she's ever known. I guess she wouldn't know until it happened, but she knew if she let it happen then by "definition" she wasn't a real lesbian anymore. Could she live with bi-sexual? She thought to. I would hang with her until I could line up another date for the prom and then she was history.Over the next three weeks MA broke two dates with me and whether it was to go out with Jared or some other guy I never knew, but then I really didn't care either. I kept my eyes open looking for a chance to find a date for the fast approaching prom. I'd go with MA if I had to, but I really really really wanted to be mean about it and dump her before the prom.Luck was with me. Pauline French caught her. Kuch der mere stano ke sath khelne ke baad unhone apna hath mere panty me dal diya aur mujhe chumna chalo kiya is bar chumban me maja aa raha tha q ab hum ek dure ke mohh me ghuskar ek dusre ki jeebh chatne lage the aur ab vo mere mooh me thokne lage thooo thoo aue mai kam ras samjahkar use pine lagi aamm fir maine bhi thokana shuru kiya hamra sara moooh chote bachho kitarah gila Ho chuka tha aur hum ek duje ka mooh chatne lage almmm ulmmmm ye sabh kriyayo ke bevh me vo meri gand ko chamata.