“That won’t be necessary, Margaret. I’m sure we can come to an arrangement.” Eleanor let her hand trail down her breasts to her cleft. She ope...ned the folds and lightly stroked the petals of her sex. “Have you ever touched yourself like this?” “Yes,” I stared enraptured as her fingers disappeared into her vagina. “But not inside.” “Oh, but inside is where it feels the nicest.” “Can I do that?” I asked, watching as Eleanor continued to finger herself. My Grandmother, as women of her station had. He was justifiably proud of his nine inch cock. But his many conquests were due more to the fact that the women in question were usually somewhat inebriated, or enticed to his place, not to see any etchings, but because he offered them the opportunity to try some choice blow or, cocaine.Normally, he wouldn't have had anything to do with a hooker; but on this night, he picked one up unknowingly. Her name was Leah, and she looked pure, like the girl next door. And that is exactly what she. Soon they had turned around and engaged in a lengthy 69 both cumming multiple times.They lay there, their arms around each other. “Oh Lisa I really needed that. It has been so long since I hugged another woman” sighed Ellen. She went on to outline how she had experienced lesbian love in high school and then when she began working. How she met and married Barry but still dabbled but had lost contact with female lovers over the years. “How long have you been bi honey” Ellen asked. Lisa smiled. He was good to her.One thing she did prepare for Saturday night was their study of one chapter from the Old Testament. It didn’t require that much preparation since she used the same questions from one week to the next. David varied his questions on the lectionary passages to fit the material, but she didn’t feel competent to do that yet.She did clear the table and load the dishwasher after the study was over. He usually did this on Saturdays, but she’d done it before their marriage; she’d done.