I fully blame Jones for that, having to share Casey with her a time or two. She might not have preferred same sex so much if Jones would have kept her... pussy out of it. Life sucks sometimes, you know? It was a sad day for me when she completed her time and was released from the institute. I watched her turn around at the front entrance and give the place a finger before getting on a bus. I lost track of her after that, me being one of the things she left behind.I found out that Commanding. And they raised me that way, thankfully. Although, being both lesbian and white civil rights advocate in the '60's assured I would never be invited to the weekly KKK cross burning and sock hop. But I wore that as a badge of honor. Some of my early memories are painful and some bittersweet such as how in my youth my figure was compared to Betty Boop. Today it's more Betty White.School in the south was no bargain either. For starters, Lincoln's emancipation proclamation was listed as fiction in. Each throbbing breast bobs and dances as I tear the halter off and drop it. I glance down at them as my hands reach back up to cup and cradle them, caressing them tenderly before cupping one and offering it out towards you teasingly. My fingertips run around each hard nipple, circling puffy areola, and brushing across its sensitive tip, teasing it to swell and harden even further. A soft moan escapes my lips; fingers continue to tease nipples as thighs slide back and forth, tormenting my damp. Its pure ecstasy! As I sat on the stool I fixed the bottom part of my mini dress, since I had nothing underneath any movement would literally reveal my crotch and pulsating pussy. I then noticed a turned down glass right next to my purse on the bar counter, this is always a good sign for a slutty wife in search of cock and a good fuck. The bartender points to the direction of the gentleman who so graciously paid for my drink and I ordered another Jack. I slightly raised the glass to show the.