The girl staggered to her feet, wiping away a drop of spunk that missed her mouth: “That was awesome; here give me a kiss”. The girl swapped the s...till-hot sperm with Amy, both swallowing each other’s face in a passionate embrace.“OK, OK, break it up you two” Lucy demanded “You know that stuff might not be good for her in that condition. Can I have my girlfriend back now?”The girl staggered off, holding her bump, certain that the kicking had changed. The Maternity Unit was certainly in for a. He hadn’t been as drunk, and the feeling of her lips on his was as fresh a feeling now, weeks later, than it had been when she’d first drawn away after doing it, looking up at him, her dark eyes reflecting the dim lights in the place where they’d been dancing.It hadn’t felt like a “last time”. There hadn’t been any goodbyes. She’d just moved away and got married.3It was ten years later now, or more. They’d talked occasionally since that last meeting, and she’d eventually returned to a place not. Most of my sex with Nat was in her friend Rose's car. I couldn't afford a motel room very often. Once we chipped in to get a room for the night mid week when it was a little less expensive.We no sooner had closed the door when Nat stripped to her bra and panties. They were a matching bright yellow, contrasting nicely with her mocha boobs bulging over the top of the bra. The bottoms were a very brief thong, barely covering her wooly pubes, with the thin band of yellow material disappearing. Am I making myself perfectly clear slave?”My mind was reeling. What she was talking about was stuff that lesbians did. I’m not a lesbian. I’ve never even really thought about that stuff before. I was thinking about it then though. I was wondering if I could allow myself to do those things. Would that mean I was a lesbian? Would it mean I was cheating on my husband? Would I enjoy it?Emma kneeled down in front of me and said “Spit out those panties.” I was more than happy to obey that order. When.