Damn her bloody father! Damn the years she had spent taking money from men who disgusted her. This would never do. How many more chances would there b...e to find a suitable and willing sperm donor for a forty-something lesbian? Not many, and precisely none with Mark's qualifications. So how could we improve the odds, which currently seemed to be about a million to one?Half laughing, half desperate I asked Mark:"What do you do when a mare behaves like Margaret?" Just the mention of horses brought. I bet you think Love means never having to say you're sorry." Huh?" It's a line from some dorky book on our reading list in English. Why don't you just act like a man and fight for her?" I told you. I gave her my word." Well, I didn't." What's that supposed to mean?" I didn't promise Jill anything. You love her too much to let her disappear over something as stupid as her jealousy. If you were fucking me, I could see it. But you cringe when I go to kiss you goodnight. And she may be an ass, but. " Sandra let out, from shame about what she was going to ask, but then she swallowed her pride away and asked "Can I maybe clean me up somewhere? I'm ... um ... a little ... sticky."Then the woman looked down on Sandra's body and noticed how this girl her labia looked. Her lips were very engorged and red ... not to mention how moist her pussy looked and how wet her thighs were."Oh my!" the woman said when she had noticed this. "What have they done to you?"Sandra saw that the woman looked at. . and...” I paused in between, unsure of whether to say what I wanted to say “I find you very very sexy.” I whispered to her.“Really, Jignesh bhai?” she whispered back.I was caressing her bare arm, and slowly slid my arm to her back, and began to rub her back gently, my palms sliding over the buttons at the back of her petticoat. I could feel her body respond to my touches, as she pressed her face closer to my hand which she was holding pressed against her neck.My heart was hammering with the.