Neither her nor I.

The Good Book says that the act of Homosexuality is Deplorable and Sinful, but given Ms. Fraye's state of being, I was uncertain if what I was witnessing could be counted as such.

By now, Ms. Loome had come to kneel before her Lover, with her face about level with her crotch. Looking up at her, she moved some hair behind the ear facing me, and slowly took her cock into her mouth, making her roll her head back and let out a small moan. Ms. Loome moved her head back and forth slowly, taking more and more of her Lover's she-cock deeper into her.

But, as she plied her skills, it did not fail to escape my notice, that every so often, Ms. Loome's eyes would flick over to me. In them I saw Defiance, as if she was telling me that if Miss Fraye was a Mister Fraye, that she would never have done this. One of Ms. Fraye's hands cut off her sight of me, as it came down to stroke her cheek. "Sue... oh, Sue..." she groaned, using her other hand to knead and massage at her own breast.

Removing herself with a long lap along her shaft, Ms. Loome bade Ms. Fraye to lay down upon their divan. Obediently she did, and Ms. Loome then straddled her face, but faced opposite instead. My unasked question was answered when arms wrapped around her legs and Ms. Loome letting out her own moan. "Mm... use your tongue more... ooh...," before leaning down and resuming her earlier affections.

I sat in my chair, locked in place by the sight of tangled limbs, the sounds of lapping and slurping and moaning burning my ears and cheeks. I had contemplated taking my leave, but Ms. Loome's eyes would always return to me, as if daring me, by word or act, to question the demonstration of their physical love. Clearing my throat as quietly as I could, I rested my hands upon my stomach, sterned my face, and observed.

That seemed to satisfy her that I would not speak out. Ceasing her movements, she promptly stood up and reached down behind the divan. She pulled up what looked like a harness of sorts, and attached to it was a smooth looking metal shaft, not unlike a penis. "Legs up, Lulu," she grunted, stepping in to the harness and applying her own woman juices to the shaft, before taking up position to, one assumes, sodomize her Lover.

My confusion overrode my silence. "Um...?"