With a slight reluctance, she took hold of the dildo and pulled it from the redhead's eager mouth. Slipping her legs through the straps, she began to  pull them tight.

The soft caress of Sabrina's lips against her own caught Cathy momentarily by surprise, but you'd have to stress the momentary aspect of her astonishment.  By the time she felt the pressure of her friend's tongue between those lips, she was more than willing to open and admit it.  Returning all the enthusiasm that her friend was putting into the kiss, Cathy was sorry to have it end and immediately returned the affectionate touch. As she did, she felt an equally gentle hand embrace her breast, lightly kneading them and squeezing her nipples. The dark haired woman placed her hand over Sabrina's and guided it to her heart. 

"I just wanted to have my say about it." Sabrina concluded. "Then we'll put it behind us." 

"Great!" Cathy replied with relief as she took a large drink of wine, emptying her own glass. 

"Is it getting you down?" Julie was looking at me with a worried expression. She was worried about me? Was my face so obvious?

"Excuse me, is this the room for the aerobics class?" asked a soft musical voice from behind Karen.

"That it is," Karen said as she started to turn around. "In fact, I'm your instructor, Karen......"

The forest is at peace after the raging storm of the previous night. The birds in the canopy high above the forest floor chirp with joy at the new day, as the animals creep from the safety of their dens to explore the world washed clean after the down pour in the night. The air is filled with the gentle patter of fat drops of rain rolling down the leaves above to fall to the ground. Even the tiny hut at the end of a barely destinguishable track, with a lazy trail of smoke rising to the heavens, has it place here.

An image keeps trying to form. An image that is like a half-remembered scene from an old movie, familiar, yet vague. It is her. Her presence, her karma, her soul. She invades my mind easily, hovering around the edge of my memory recall, teasing me, taunting. Visions and emotions surround me, blocking out the real world. A feeling deep within me stirs some primal instinct, some lower level need. I feel the swelling between my legs as this basic urge glows ever warmer.

I was sleeping alone at night. It was very hot and I was sleeping on top of my covers. In my semi-conscious state I wasn't aware of what was happening around me. I thought I felt a slight breeze hit my legs, but I didn't think much of it.

Katie and her mother had spent the afternoon shopping. It was Katie's first trip home from college since her mother's divorce. Tess Markowitz was 36 years old, she'd gotten pregnant at 16, as a result she looked more than Katie's older sister than her mother. Both had short blonde hair, light skin and deep blue eyes. Katie was 5' 6", just a fraction shorter than her mother's 5' 7". The most obvious difference between the two was breast size. While Katie was a respectable 34c, Tess filled out a 40d, something Katie was always jealous of.

Six weeks had gone by since that afternoon with Glen and the whole encounter had already receded to memory as far as Cathy was concerned. She'd kept her promise and written Glen his story, and after changing the names had put it on line.