Going in deep depths of the conversation we hadn’t realized that It was our turn at the counter, walking up to it I finally glanced at the girl on t...he other side, she was laughing at something and I would sure as hell would have liked to know. “Enjoy your conversation?” she giggled. “We did thank you, enjoy listening to it?” I laughed. “I did, it’s not very often you listen to a fellow lesbian talking about how they came out” she said. “Ahh... you’re a lesbian then I take it” I replied. . I didn’t have that bizarre dream feeling. It was as if the dream took place in real time, in my own home and in my own bedroom. My home in those days was woody and open with windows that welcomed in the opaque Northwest light. The kitchen was adequate, but the exquisite the dining area and living room overlooked a deep emerald green, old growth forest, because it sat on a mountain side. On the other side of my home was my large, well-furnished bedroom, attractive and well decorated, though not. She came over andshowed me how to hold it, then helped me slide it up my legs. Her touchwas electric, and again I had to grimace and control my cock frompainfully hardening in its cage. The thin fabric clung to me, somethingI didn't enjoy in the least.Alexandra was standing tapping her foot impatiently as her hand held outan exercise leotard. "You have got to get faster. Help me into it now."And so my day went. I dashed between them, bringing food and drink,helping them dress and bathe. I hope you enjoy it. Not very much time had passed since my story was posted. Writing it though, had gotten me extremely riled up. However, people were home! I couldn't just masturbate with people around. I knew I was very loud during masturbation, so I thought better than to give it a whirl while people were around. Or so I thought. I stepped out of the kitchen and living room and found myself contently sitting on the couch in the den (located in my basement). To be honest, it was a young.