I Kissed a Girl: Part 3

Chapter 7

Susan paused. Should I go ahead and tell her about everything I did with my daughter? It's so shameful and sinful. But Suzanne is my best friend. We don't keep a single secret from each other. I have to tell her. She can help me with her usual good advice. I really need to know what to do.

She closed her eyes in embarrassment of what she was about to say. "Finally, my cutie Tiger suggested that if I kissed Angel on the lips, that would make him hard. He was quite insistent about it. So I reluctantly did so, and it worked. Especially since we were both naked by then, and well, our bodies kind of rubbed together all over. But at what price? I was shocked - Angel really got into it! She was running her tongue all inside my mouth even as she ran her hands all over my naked body. What kind of respectable mother lets her daughter do that? And I figured it was okay for me to kiss back since I don't have any desire to kiss women, and it was for a good cause, to get Tiger's cock hard ... but I'm afraid she may be bisexual. I never considered she might be before, but lately I don't know..."

Suzanne was very pleasantly surprised at this new revelation. In fact, she could hardly contain her excitement as the implications sank in. Score a home run for the Suzanne plan! Susan's falling into my hands through her daughter, and the brilliant thing is I didn't even set this one up. My plan has its own momentum now. I'm going to have to thank Angel in a big, up close and personal way for this later. Susan is well on her way to becoming an all-out bisexual. I can tell. She's a natural nymphomaniac, just like me.

Good God, she's a passionate woman! What if she licks my pussy with even half the enthusiasm she always uses on Sweetie's cock? Just the thought of it has me ready to cream!

But even as Suzanne was trembling with excitement on the inside, she kept a level facade on the outside. She advised Susan, "Don't be so hard on yourself. It's true that things have gotten very sexual in your house, but that's only to be expected when you have such a virile, handsome, and sexually needy young man living with you. A powerful cock like his demands top service, and what can a busty, beautiful woman like you do but kneel and serve and suck?"

Susan had been developing her own lingo of sexual phrases and words. Suzanne had been paying close attention to such word choices, and now was repeating Susan's favorite phrases back to her, reinforcing her beliefs in the process.

"That's true," Susan said, as if Suzanne had stated some indisputable truth.

Suzanne couldn't help but grin a bit when her propaganda efforts worked so well. She asked, "By the way, did you put your cocksucking skills to use after the kiss? I hope so, after all that effort."

"Hmmm. Oh yes. I did. Mmmm." She closed her eyes and was transported in her mind back to the experience. "Now that I think about it, I even stroked him DURING the kiss! Can you believe that?" She added in a whispery voice, "God, it was good! But I'm so bad. Awful! Such an incorrigible sinner. I feel terrible. I almost was too ashamed to tell you about it. What should I do?"

"So you stroked him for a few seconds. Big deal."

"A few seconds?! Suzanne, the kiss went on for minutes! All the while I was jacking him off. And there was more than one kiss. I should have stopped, but my nipples were so erect and tingly, and feeling my boobs pressing against ... Oh, I'm such a terrible sinner!"

Suzanne thought, Shoot! I miss out on so much morning fun. I swear, I should install concealed video cameras so I could at least watch. But no; I'm deceiving my very best friend too much already. Still, that sounds too hot to be believed: Mrs. Naïve and Innocent jacking off her son while French kissing her daughter with them both naked, breasts to breasts?! Wow! Have mercy!

But Suzanne kept those thoughts to herself. She advised, "Remember what I told you to say earlier: 'medical benefit.' This is for Sweetie's medical benefit. You yourself said the kiss was essential for him to get hard ... and it worked. Think how painfully he would have suffered during school if you hadn't thoroughly drained his cock first. Just imagine the poor boy walking the halls of the school all day with that stiff erection of his and those painful blue balls - is that what you want to see happen?"

"Of course not. But still, even though the kiss was for a good cause, it was practically a lesbian act. And kind of incestuous too!"

Suzanne chided, "I don't think you're focusing on the importance of pleasuring his demanding cock nearly enough, if you're still having these doubts. Look. He has to cum six times a day! Six times! Every single day! Do you think a plain ol' vanilla blowjob or handjob or even titfuck will work every single time?"

"Well, no, but-"

Suzanne cut her off. "I want you to stick your fingers in your mouth and suck on them as if it was his hot, meaty shaft filling your mouth. That'll put you in the right state of mind to think about this issue."

So Susan obediently stuck three fingers in her mouth and sucked. The task came easily to her, as she had her fingers in her mouth a lot lately, while constantly fantasizing about sucking off her son. She did this a lot in her lonely moments, but she'd never done it in front of another person.

All the practice on her fingers was greatly increasing her sucking endurance. It seemed lately that she was either sucking Alan off, masturbating while thinking about sucking him off, talking with Suzanne about sucking him off, or working on her sucking endurance with her fingers or various phallic objects. That seemed to take up a majority of her day.

Suzanne wasn't sure how well Susan was listening at the moment, but she continued over the sound of slurping, "How many families have a son with a problem like his? Very few, because he's a very special son. But if they did, they'd be facing the same issues. I don't think we realized all the implications of his treatment when this started. But now that I understand the situation a little better, I have to say I'm impressed with the resolve you've shown."

Susan wasn't exactly showing a lot of resolve at the moment - she'd taken to sucking her fingers like a fish to water, and was barely able to comprehend Suzanne's words as she thrust the fingers into her mouth as if Alan was straddled over her and vigorously fucking her face.

Further, her other hand was busy twisting and tweaking one of her nipples again. It embarrassed her that Suzanne could see her doing that, but she was just too horny to stop herself.

But still Suzanne pressed on. "I think a lot of mothers, maybe most mothers, would have completely given in and begun fucking their sons immediately. But your 'bend but don't break' strategy appears to be working. I have a friend who's Armenian, and she says that when she was growing up all the women like her did everything and anything except straight sex with guys, including blowjobs and anal sex, so they could preserve their virginity for marriage. It's a system that works, 'cos it's part of their culture and those guys respect that. The further they allow guys to go, the easier it is for the man and woman to keep their virginity, because both sides are getting pleasure without that one forbidden act."

A muffled "Mmmm!" was Susan's only reply.

Suzanne concluded, "So I think it's the same with you and your cutie Tiger. As long as you don't actually have straight intercourse with him, the rest is okay, and in fact it's great in helping his problem. Remember that: the further you go with him, the less you'll need to have real, full vaginal intercourse to be satisfied."

Susan apparently had been listening enough to understand, and took her fingers out of her mouth to speak. "Thanks," she said. "Your words always make me feel better. You mentioned anal sex. You're saying I should actually let him fuck me in the ass?!"

Suzanne opened her eyes wide, as if her own suggestion was startling even to herself. "Yes! Shocking, I know. The more you let him have his way with your body, the less he'll need to fuck your pussy. Paradoxical, isn't it? Those are the kinds of sacrifices responsible and caring big-titted mothers make, just like the women in those countries."

Suzanne didn't fully realize it, but she was opening up the floodgates. Susan had never even allowed herself to fantasize about anal sex, because she considered it that much beyond the pale. In recent days, she'd been thinking about it more and more, in part because of what she'd read in her books, but it was still a very forbidden and even strange fantasy idea for her. But with Suzanne's stamp of approval, it suddenly became a very real and tremendously scary yet thrilling possibility.

Susan put her fingers back in her mouth and nodded as she thought, Oh yes! He NEEDS to have his way with my body. It's only right! But anal sex? I don't know. That's too ****. To have him put that big, thick thing up my ass? That seems so very improper. I mean, one has to have limits. Imagine if he could just grab me at any moment and throw me down on the table. He'd bend me over and shove his big jackhammer monster up my teeny tiny asshole. I don't know ... That could really hurt. And then he'd start thrusting! Drilling into my poor ass, deeper and deeper! I'd be writhing around, naked and helpless, my big boobs mashed into the table, his complete shameless slut. His butt slut! And even though that's an extremely HOT idea, it's so wrong! Terribly, terribly wrong!

Is there anything more low and depraved than a good Christian mother becoming a willing, wanton butt slut for her own son? Eagerly begging for him to stuff his fat cock down the wrong hole? I don't think so!

But Suzanne says I have to do it. I HAVE to! I have to give him my tits and my ass. I must give myself over to him completely! Well, except for that one forbidden thing which we won't even consider. I'm just a sex cow. It's not my place to think or say no. My place is just to get FUCKED! Yes! Fuck me, Tiger! Even fuck me, yes, THERE! In the ASS!

Suzanne watched with amusement as Susan pumped her fingers in and out of her mouth with greater and greater speed. The idea of being allowed to get fucked in the ass was so exciting that Susan lost all sense of propriety and completely forgot about her best friend until she reached climax yet again.

Susan cried out, "Oh!" and in seconds realized that she wasn't alone but that she was still with Suzanne, and that she had three saliva-covered fingers deep in her mouth. She shamefully pulled them out and hid them behind her back (as if that somehow hid what she'd just done!), but her mind was still fogged with the excitement of new possibilities.

She tried to push her many naughty thoughts from her mind, even as she struggled not to slip her hands underneath her spandex shorts. She desperately needed to touch her clit. Somehow, she managed to make an attempt to resume the conversation. "Uh. Where were we? What was that you said? Something about, uh, bend over but don't break?"

Suzanne grinned at Susan's slip of the tongue. But she acted as if nothing had happened and pretended that she'd been looking away the whole time. She turned her head towards Susan and asked, "What was that?"

"You were saying 'bend over but don't break', or something like that?"

Suzanne loved that phrase, so ran with it. "Yes. Bend over but don't break. Pretend like your son owns your ass, your big tits, and in fact every part of your body but the insides of your pussy. You may have to take it up your butt on a daily basis to save your pussy while keeping Tiger's medical treatment going. Basically, take one for the team."

Susan didn't have to stretch much to imagine her son owning her body, as that was already one of her most popular fantasies. She confessed, "I could do that. Yes, I think I could. If it's for the good of the, uh, team, that is. I mean, not like I would want to, just because ... well, without any good reason. Or because it feels so good." She blushed.

Before she could think too much about how unintentionally honest that comment had been, she quickly added, "But what about Katherine, my sweet Angel? I worry about her."

Susan let herself believe that Suzanne had failed to notice her climax yet again.

Suzanne turned back and said calmly, "Same deal. As long as she and Sweetie don't have actual intercourse, then the rest is okay. Can't you see how their physical intimacy brings them closer together? Can you even remember the last time they were sniping at each other? I can't. They're so close and loving now. You can see how her eyes light up whenever she sees him?"

"Yeah, but ... The image of the two of them together, it just seems so..."

"And it's not like she's missing out on some great guy. All her dates before were with bozos anyway. She's not going to meet a serious guy until college. Sweetie will be moving on to college in less than a year, so both of them will be dating others soon enough, no matter what happens in the short term."

"But, uh, what if he wants to, uh, take her ass, too?"

"Well, the more involved she is with helping his medical treatment, the less likely she'll be to want to date some local bozo. You want to save her for the higher-quality college material. Besides, it's NOT ****. You know that **** requires vaginal intercourse. So, if and when she's willing to help that way, and you're okay with it, then why not?"

"That sounds reasonable, I guess..." Susan imagined Katherine naked and bent over the dinner table with Alan behind her, feeding inch after inch of his long, thick erection into her butt hole. In the vision, Katherine screamed out in both agony and ecstasy as Susan herself stood in the kitchen wearing just her apron, looking on like a proud mother.

That image drove her crazy with desire. She further imagined kneeling on the kitchen floor in front of both of them, sticking her ass up in the air, spreading her ass cheeks, and saying, "Now, you two, don't forget to tend to your mother!" Her eyes glazed over; she was far away in fantasy land.

Suzanne snapped her fingers, bringing Susan back to Earth.

Chapter 8

Susan tried to review everything they'd been discussing. "This whole anal sex idea ... bend over and don't break ... Well, I'll need to think about that, and sleep on it. But what about Angel and me and the kissing? Is that really okay? Or are you just trying to make me feel better since it already happened?"

Suzanne wanted Susan bad. She'd been holding back on making any moves on her best friend, but she couldn't hold back anymore. Her mind schemed how she could at least get some action with Susan without scaring her away and ruining weeks of progress. So she came up with a plan: she would answer with questions. "When she kissed you, did you enjoy it? For instance, did you put your tongue in her mouth?"

Susan was silent for a while. She thought back to the kiss, unconsciously roaming her hands over her topless figure in imitation of what Katherine had done to her just an hour or two earlier. Finally, she bowed her head and admitted, "Yes. Yes I did. Am I totally awful or what?"

Suzanne was very pleased at the revelation that Susan enjoyed French kissing her daughter. She said, "Don't be shocked, but I think that's perfectly okay. I've kissed many women on the lips, and I've found it lots of fun. It's not a lesbian thing; it's just a friendliness thing. Of course normally you don't want to do it with your own daughter, but you have to remember you're in a special situation, doing it for your son's medical treatment and visual stimulation and all. I think that if he's flaccid again and asks you to kiss Katherine to help him get hard, you should agree."

Susan lifted her head with hope. "Really?"

"Really. Guys really get turned on when they see women kissing each other. You should use that fact to help him out. The fact that she's your daughter is irrelevant, since that doesn't come close to counting as ****. In fact, that's an advantage, since it'll get him even more aroused. You're both dedicated to serving and servicing his cock, and this is just one more way to do that."

"I was thinking that too, but hearing you say it makes me feel much better. You're such a great help. But you don't think it'll warp Angel's sexual development?"

"Hell no! Women kiss each other on the lips all the time when they're really good friends or family. I would kiss you on the lips every day just as a greeting, except that you've been so conservative. Think about some of our friends, like Juliana or Brenda. They kiss me and each other on the lips sometimes to say hello or goodbye. Everyone just avoids kissing you like that because it's obvious that would make you uncomfortable. But it's extremely common among women; it's just being friendly."

Suzanne had picked two women that Susan knew who were particularly busty and beautiful. Somehow, she knew those attributes would help.

Susan asked, "Really? I kind of thought so, but I wasn't sure. Do Juliana and Brenda even have prolonged kisses and roll their tongues around inside each other's mouths when you kiss them?"

"Sure. Why wouldn't they? That's how women usually do it."

"If that's so, then why didn't you kiss Brenda like that when she came over to play cards the other day?"

"Friends like Brenda avoid doing those longer kisses when you're around, 'cos they know how frigid, um, I mean, uh, conservative you are. Or have been, anyway."

Susan was getting increasingly horny again, which led her to say, "But Brenda has such big boobs!" even though that had nothing to do with kissing. She imagined feeling up Brenda's boobs as she gave her a welcoming kiss on the lips with a lot of tongue action. She rubbed her own bare boobs more overtly, just as if she was feeling up Brenda.

"Yes she does," Suzanne replied, a bit confused that there was any connection. "But the point is, just because women, even big-boobed women, kiss like that, that doesn't mean they're lesbian. It just means social norms are different for women, depending on their upbringing. Just like if you go to a Muslim country like Turkey, you'll see guys hugging each other and holding each other's hands as they walk down the street. That doesn't mean they're gay; they just have different ways of expressing friendliness."

While Suzanne was being factual about Turkish guys holding hands from having been there on vacation and seeing it, she was making up the part about their friends doing any more than lightly kissing each other on the mouth. But she was ready to say just about anything in the hopes that it would get Susan to kiss her deeply, and soon.

Susan asked, "But am I really that frigid? I'm sorry about that. It's funny how someone like Brenda would be so shocked at what I'm doing with Tiger even while she thinks I'm frigid for not French kissing her."

"I'm the one who should be sorry for calling you frigid," Suzanne said apologetically (although in her mind that came out as "accidentally on purpose"). "You're far from frigid these days, obviously. You've been a real trooper helping out with your son's needs lately. But there still are consequences from your small-town upbringing, even after all these years. Like the fact that you don't even know how women kiss here in Southern California."

The idea of Susan being frigid seemed positively ridiculous, given the way she was fondling her bare chest at that moment, not to mention her wholehearted recent devotion to cocksucking. But Suzanne realized that there was still a part of Susan that was very moralistic and highly religious. Susan really did consider any lesbian activity as something beyond the pale and expressly forbidden by God. Suzanne knew that what she planned next was a very big, pivotal step. She took her hand away from her own crotch to take another swig from a bottle of water.

She said, "You know, you've made a lot of progress, and I think you'd agree that your life is much the better for it. But you could stand to loosen up a bit more. You still have a phobia about physical contact. Relax. Try kissing another woman. We're in the very open minded, very liberal California, even if this is suburban Orange County. Everybody does it; it's no big deal."

She paused, and then added significantly, "You know, it's just a matter of time before a situation arises just like what happened to you and Angel this morning, except that you and I will be the only ones there to help Tiger in his time of real need. In fact, I'll bet it'll be only a matter of days before he has us French kissing each other. So we should get used to it so we can wow him when the time comes."

Susan clutched at her chest, as she often did in nervous situations. "My goodness! Knowing him, he might even insist on seeing that when he comes home from school today!"

"You're probably right. We should be ready to handle it."

Susan was thoughtful now, and nervous. Her heart was pounding wildly because she knew what was coming next. She said, "Thanks for your patience. I know I've been tough on you, like when I've gone to the beach all covered up and with an umbrella to boot. But I'm trying to change; really I am. Let me ... Let us ... try kissing. On the lips. If that's what the others do, I want to be one of the gang too."

Susan was already sitting close to Suzanne, but she brought her face even closer. They stared right into each other's eyes. Susan's nervousness doubled. Even the normally cool Suzanne found her heart pounding with nervous anticipation.

Suzanne was also understandably delighted. We're going to really kiss? Damn, why didn't I try this line of argument years ago? I've desired her for YEARS.

Actually, upon reflection, had it not been for these weeks of her sexual awakening with Sweetie, she would never have agreed to this. She's mostly straight, so he's gotta take the lead and I still have to bring her along bit by bit. Gotta keep my cool and not go too far. I don't want another reversion to prudesville.

On the outside, the wily redhead remained calm. "Okay, that would be great. Like I said, it's just a sign of affection, especially when women greet. Just stand up and I'll kiss you, like you did with Angel earlier."

Suzanne kissed Susan once on one cheek. Then she kissed her on the other one. "See? It's easy. I rarely see you doing even this much with another woman. Give it a try."

Susan kissed Suzanne's cheeks, several times. That went well, after which she felt less nervous. However, she looked down at her chest and said, "Um, maybe I should put my top back on?"

"Are you kidding me? If we're in a sexy situation with your son where he's making us kiss each other to give him visual stimulation, what are the odds you'll be wearing much - or anything - in the way of clothes?"

Susan giggled nervously. "Good point."

But then they paused for a painfully long time. Each again stared into the other's eyes with trepidation. Suzanne was well aware that what would happen next was a big step that would permanently change their relationship. Even Susan in her erotic fog had a sense that this might be the case.

"I don't know..." Susan said doubtfully. "Is this really ... proper?" Her mouth was no more than two inches from Suzanne's and getting closer.

Suzanne answered encouragingly, "Sure it is. There's nothing to it." Their mouths continued to draw nearer ever so slowly, but the movement was unstoppable, like two magnets being pulled together. Their kisses so far hadn't been much, but in getting in position for a full kiss on the lips, Suzanne embraced Susan front to front, and that drove their remarkable racks together.

Susan felt her breasts pressing against Suzanne's, which made her suddenly pull away. She blushed deeper and said, "I feel awkward ... I mean, I'm not even wearing a top, but you are..."

"Oh, you're right!" Suzanne said with apparent dismay, and then whipped off her own top. "There - that's better. Now we're even."

That wasn't what Susan had been thinking, but it just served to arouse her even more. She leaned forward and let her breasts mash against Suzanne's once again, this time with no clothing between them.

Still wanting to delay the big kiss, Susan asked, "Um, when you're kissing a buxom woman like Brenda or Juliana, I mean..." She looked down at all their tit-flesh pressing together.

Suzanne joked, "How do we kiss with so much boob in the way?"

Susan laughed nervously again. "Yes. I mean, what's the protocol there?"

"Susan, stop being so prudish. Delight in your ample endowment. Remember who will be watching, and imagine how hot and stiff his cock will be in your hands and mouth after he sees our big tits pressing together. Here, try rubbing yours around in circles against mine, and make it look sexy. Instead of worrying 'Is this proper?' you should be worrying 'What will this do to my son's powerful cock?'"

Both of them began gyrating against each other.

Susan's breasts were so sensitive that all the rubbing practically felt as great to her as a titfuck, and that was very great indeed. Suddenly her arousal level soared off the charts, which gave her the courage to go through with the kiss.

Their lips finally met. Suzanne initiated the kiss, kissing Susan on the lips while both of them kept their mouths closed.

That much contact seemed to overwhelm Susan a bit, causing her to pull back.

Again, for a minute, they both just stared into the other's eyes, as if in disbelief of what they were doing.

Susan was passive, letting Suzanne do what she wanted but making no active movements herself. She acted like someone in a complete daze. Deep down, she'd always been secretly somewhat in lust with Suzanne, if only because Suzanne was so gorgeous that no one of either sex could resist her sexual appeal. So this kiss was even more momentous and exciting for her than the kisses with her daughter had been earlier that morning.

Eventually, Suzanne couldn't take the tension anymore. She planted her mouth decisively over Susan's and held on. With her hands on the back of Susan's head, she held her friend's head in place and kissed her firmly on the lips. She should have been more gradual but she just couldn't wait any longer, so she impatiently stuck her tongue into Susan's mouth and began exploring.

Their French kiss gradually heated up. Slowly but surely Susan responded in kind, after which Suzanne dropped her hands to her friend's shoulders. Their kiss went on for about a minute. Suzanne made sure to keep subtly rubbing her tits against Susan's, positioned herself for direct nipple-to-nipple contact. She knew that direct breast stimulation did wonders for Susan, and that the more aroused Susan was, the quicker her reservations would fade.

When the kiss finally ended, Suzanne pulled her head back a bit but kept her rack mashed against Susan's. "There. That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Susan was even more stunned than before. She was amazed by just how much she'd liked kissing her best friend so intimately.

Seeing a positive response, Suzanne suggested, "That's a good start. But to be ready for our man, we need to practice some more." She initiated another kiss.

This kiss made Susan's earlier one with Katherine feel like child's play, because on some deep level Susan had been desirous of her best friend's incredible body for ages, and of course Suzanne had been longing for Susan. Now both of their long-held, long-forbidden desires were being realized through the kiss. It was much more than electric. Both of them had to stop and catch their breath.

Finally after recovering a bit (but remaining in a tight embrace), Susan asked, "Women really greet each other like that? Isn't that kind of ... sexual?" That was a gross understatement, but she was still in a heavy sexual fog. She had been so constantly aroused lately that she had a hard time sorting out the causes.

Suzanne chose to answer only her first question. "Sure. All the time. You know, maybe there is a little bit of passion in it, but the fact is we live in a society where the men make the rules. And a man, especially a powerful man with a powerful cock like your son, prefers a little bit of a sexual charge between his women. So this is considered very acceptable even while men in our society are too chicken to hold each other's hands. Imagine two guys French kissing each other just to say hello! Totally absurd. But that's how our American society is. Double standards."

"Yeah. I guess. Funny how that works." Susan was still reeling. The lightness of their conversation didn't match the heartfelt intensity of the kisses, or even the exciting way their bodies were still touching.

But Suzanne knew exactly how to press Susan's buttons. Playing on her friend's naturally submissive nature, she added, "Yeah, it's funny. But if a dominant man like Alan wants to see his big-titted women kiss and rub their chests together, what can we do but obey and play it up to get his dick extra stiff and hard? Don't you agree?"

"Oh YES!" Suddenly, Susan was so hot to trot that she didn't know whether she was coming or going. She imagined Alan was watching them, so she wanted to give him the best show imaginable.

It didn't help her concentration that Suzanne's face was still inches from hers own and their boobs were still pressed into each other.

"In fact, given how much he loves big tits, we should probably spend some time just practicing rubbing our racks together so we can get really good at it." Suzanne surreptitiously rubbed her own boobs in slow circles against Susan's, as if she was constantly adjusting her posture, trying to find the best grip for her hug. She purred, "Imagine he's watching us right now, staring at our heaving racks..."

"Yes! His eyes are on me ... on us..." Susan's rock-hard nipples frequently brushed against Suzanne's. Because Susan's nipples were so very sensitive, she could hardly cope with the deliciously delightful feeling this caused. She loved it and all their soft flesh-on-flesh contact, possibly even more than she did the kiss.

Suzanne suggested, "Next time we meet, let's greet with a kiss like other California women do. It'll feel more normal the more we do it."

"Yeah!" Susan agreed. "And when my Tiger sees that, he'll get so hard that he'll shoot big loads down BOTH our throats!"

Suzanne chuckled. "Yep. Why don't we practice it again?"

But Susan was worried about her raging desire, feeling that she might spin out of control. "Maybe later. I'm still recovering from that one."

Suzanne decided not to push it. After all, they had all day together, since she wasn't planning on going anywhere until the kids got home. "Okay, but next time one of us comes into the room, we'll practice our greeting kisses. Just like Brenda and I really do it. Okay?"

"Okay." Susan was so sexually overheated that she was just relieved to have Suzanne's body pull away from her own momentarily. It was like stepping away from an open furnace.