" What are you saying?" his mother's friend Pat asked as she stood in aValentine red dress and black sandals."I'm saying that mother has told me to ki...ll myself for years and sinceI no longer care if I live or die, I don't care if I ruin this party."Mark said as he found himself unable to stop his tears. "I made myfirst suicide attempt as a kid and mom has kept it up till I almostdropped dead of a heart attack. I've always known I should have beenborn a girl, but my bigot of a mother would. But I decided that I would respect her privacy, turned and went to my room.At six the next morning, I was back in the gym, running on the treadmill. MaryAnn entered a short time later,"Sorry I'm late, I guess I overslept. How was your weekend?" It was OK. How was yours?" It was OK."There was an awkward silence. We each knew that there was more to the other's story, but didn't want to press the issue. I did notice that she was wearing makeup this morning, which was unusual for her. MaryAnn never. An then the inevitable begin like this. I gently kissed her lips and then slowly i shifted my attention towards her sensual neck and licked them while moving towards her ear lobes which i sucked and chuggled hard. She was by now craving for more and i moved my hand in her flimsy see through night gown and Smiriti felt heat blossoming deep within the core of her femininity as My sensual lips slanted firmly over hers. My hot tongue invaded the moist recesses of her mouth and she moaned in. Missa’s face looked a bit stern as she concentrated on touching Alice and attempted to draw a stronger reaction from her. Taking pity on her, Alice grabbed Missa’s hand and guided it along her chest so that Missa’s nails scratched around her breasts, circling each one, before Alice guided her hand over one breast to circle her nails around her nipple. Alice let go of Missa’s hand as Missa took control again and repeated the caress and scratching on Alice ’s other breast. Missa leaned.