“Hmm, ‘cupcakes’. I always liked that camisole. It says something sweet.” It was one of her favorite pieces of loungewear, a white camisole de...corated with rows of cupcakes with pink and blue frosting and a thin trim of white lace. It never really said anything ‘sexy’ to her before; but now, paired with the vinyl pants, it suddenly felt like something a bit-- tarty. The cami was soft and familiar, well worn-in though hardly threadbare. Only now did it occur to April how well her breasts might. The girl had drawn her blinds but had done a pretty sloppy job, presumably in the heat of the moment. She’d also kept her lights on while everything around her was dark. Anyone walking by could see what she was up to, including her bare tits as they bounced up and down.I found myself watching the show. I hadn’t seen a woman have sex in quite a while, not even in porn. Those curves in her body, that silky skin, that soprano voice, and that long flowing hair seemed like a distant memory. In. The Seventh, a Rabbi, a Mean Little Runt,Blessed it, and Fcked it, and called it a Cnt.This young rich man was looking for a wife, and had narrowed his choices down to 3 women. He couldn’t make up his mind on which one he should marry, so he tested them. He gave each women $5,000 to see what they would spend it on. The first woman went out, bought furs and jewels, and blew all the money on herself. The second woman put half of it in the bank, and spent the rest of it on herself. The third woman. “Whenever I’ve seen a picture of two women who were, well you know... ”“Lesbians ... dykes ... women in comfortable shoes... ” Heidi quipped.“Yes, ” Jill continued, now even more embarrassed. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like ... to kiss another woman.”“Is that all?” Heidi said.Before Jill could say another word, Heidi stepped closer and moved her lips to Jill’s. The softness of their touch sent a spark of excitement through the older woman. Closing her eyes, she felt the wetness of.