Amanda Lake, your next door neighbor

Amanda and you hadn’t really seen eye to eye at first. She was stand-offish, the wife of a loud and proud religious nut. But at the same time, she was a MILF.

It was only a few months prior that she let you see the real her. She and her husband had had a fight over something minor, and she stormed out of the house to cool off. You took pity on her and let her inside. You gave her a glass of wine and talked. She eventually broke down crying and spilled the beans. Her family had **** her to marry him to hide her shameful, to them, secret.

She’s a lesbian.

When you told her about your own sapphic adventures, it wasn’t long before you ended up naked on the couch. You showed her what she was missing. You showed her how to love another woman and you’ve been lovers ever since.

You’ve been trying to find the time to tell her she’s not the only LGBTQ+ family member, but that’s another story.

Her and her husband are attending a religious conference in the same city, so you two will get to spend loads of time togther.

“Hey, Amanda, it’s Suzy,” you leave a voice mail since she’s already in the air “I’m about to leave, I’ll meet you at the cafe at your hotel at 4.”