When I saw her about 30 minutes later, I said something like, ”you will not believe what just happened.” While we had been going together for less... than a year, we had talked about sexual fantasy. My sexual fantasy always involved another woman, but not another man. When I told her of the invitation I had made, she was immediately receptive, which only turned me on more.We agreed to a plan. He would come over. She would hide in the bathroom. I would tell him that she would be there soon. We. It hadn’t popped up! Had she cut it too thickly? How was she supposed to get it out? Marie grabbed a butter knife and went to fish the bread out with it, but suddenly wondered if she could get electrocuted if she did that. She unplugged the toaster, but was still afraid to stick the knife inside. Was there residual electricity, or something? Taking a deep breath, she finally went for it, but when she’d managed to get one piece of toast out, it was in several pieces, and had made a huge. I made her take her shoes off. The old lady had a pair of killer legs…Then as she sat across the sofa, I took hold of her little delicate feet and began massaging them, one by one, just gently rubbing them between my fingers. Just as I hoped Barbara sat back and began to moan softly between taking sips of her glass as she closed her eyes.After a few more minutes that sensual woman was looking pretty relaxed, so taking a chance I moved my hands up her legs and unzipped her tight jeans. Her eyes. The train was not particularly crowded, and I was seated with an very pretty lady of medium dark skin wearing a very lovely baby blue dress with white trim and long sleeves. She had long, straight black hair, soft brown eyes, a flattish nose, and very warm and friendly face.It was BC times (before coffee) and so conversation was not currently on the menu we were both consulting. The attendant asked us what we both wanted to drink, and we replied, in perfect unison, “Coffee!”, and we laughed..