Message-ID: <4885eli$9710151348@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/4885.txt>
From: Ann Douglas <annd@pop.tiac.net>
Subject: AnnD: The Girls Of Delta Theta Phi - FF - (1/2)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
Path: qz!not-for-mail
Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam
Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Original-Message-Id: <3.0.1.32.19971015105946.00698ff8@pop.tiac.net>
Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both
appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it
easier for me to get your reaction. One thing I do
ask is that you now include your first name and age
in your comments. It gives me a better idea who my
audience is. Thanks and enjoy the story.
- The Girls Of Delta Theta Phi -
by Ann Douglas
Part 1
Cynthia Carter paced impatiently back and
forth along the train platform as she waited for the
7:10 from New York City to arrive. The station
manager had made some sort of announcement about
a small track fire causing a minor delay, but Cynthia
really hadn’t paid it too much attention. All she
knew that the longer it took Courtney to arrive, the
less time they would have to spend together over the
weekend.
Running her fingers through her short graying
blonde hair, the 62 year old newspaper publisher
looked down the long empty length of track for the
fourteenth time. A quick glance at her watch told her
that the train was now 40 minutes late.
The importance Cynthia attached to her
daughter’s visit was reflected in her mode of dress.
Normally, Cynthia spent her days in casual shorts and
light blouses in the summer and sweat suits in the
colder months. If she really had to, she would wear a
business jacket and slacks for a meeting. She had
long ago stopped caring how she looked to other
people. Friends who passed her on the train platform
were surprised to see her in a rather attractive blue
dress, a garment that greatly illustrated her still
considerable charms.
Most people were surprised when Cynthia
mentioned her age because she looked at least a
decade younger. Standing 5’ 8”, her weight had
fluctuated between 160 and 170 lbs most of her adult
life. Spread rather evenly over her frame, most of the
weight seemed centered in her large 38DD bust. She
was still a formidable enough presence to turn the
heads of men thirty years her junior.
“Station manager says the train just left
Bluefield.” said a young man who walked up behind
Cynthia. “Should be here in another 10 minutes.”
“Thank you, ” Cynthia said to the teenager
as she again looked down the track. “But I’ll believe
that when I se it pulling in.”
Sure enough, it was closer to twenty minutes
before the silver and white train pulled into the
station. Starting at the front of the train, Cynthia
worked her way through the crowd looking for
Courtney. The train had been packed, the earlier two
scheduled runs having been canceled. After a
fruitless effort that resulted in getting no further back
that the second car, Cynthia decided to just wait by
the ticket office and let her daughter find her instead.
The crowds quickly dissipated and it wasn’t
long before the blue clad woman heard a familiar
voice calling out to her.
“Mother...over here!” the voice shouted.
Through a small group of commuters,
Cynthia could see a red figure waving her hand to get
her attention. A broad smile on her face, she briskly
walked over to her, unwilling to simply stand and
wait.
Before Courtney could say a word, her
mother had embraced her in a bear hug and planted a
kiss on her cheek. While it was in reality only about
five weeks since they’d seen each other, it had felt
like months to Cynthia.
“Let me look at you.” Cynthia said as she
broke the hug and stepped back.
Courtney was wearing a rather expensive red
business jacket with matching skirt. Her long blonde
hair was tied up in a weave and she wore only a hint
of makeup, just matching lipstick and a hint of
powder. Unlike her mother, she felt the image she
projected was everything. Yet then again, Courtney
was just starting out in the world of business. It was
hard enough getting some men to take you seriously
without having them look at you without seeing just
a potential bedmate.
Their third child, Courtney had been born
rather late in Cynthia’s life. The news that she was
pregnant again at 40 had sent a shock wave through
her life. Since she and her husband owned and
operated their own business, it wasn’t that hard to
make the transition to working mother. Yet by the
time Courtney turned six and started school, their
small office supply company had grown so
successful that she decided to give it up and
concentrate full time on being a mother. Today, 22
years later, the firm was three times the size it’d been
at the time of Courtney’s birth.
Although she was still a full partner in the
family business, Cynthia had decided against going
back when Courtney had left home for college.
Instead, she’d bought into a small local paper and
eventually became it’s co-publisher. It was
something she could call her very own.
“Is Daddy with you?” Courtney asked as she
looked around into the crowd.
“I’m afraid that he’s not home this weekend.”
the older woman said, her voice just a little reluctant.
“He flew up to Boston yesterday to make a
presentation to some new clients about out new
software line. He thinks it’ll bring a lot of new
business to the company.”
“I kind of expected he’d come up with some
kind of excuse not to be here.” Courtney said, her
tone revealing that she didn’t believe a word of her
mother’s excuse. “He usually does when I come
home.”
Cynthia wanted to say something to refute
her accusation against her father, but the words
wouldn’t come. The reason being that what she said
was true. The only time father and daughter had
seen each other over the last two years had been at
large family functions. He hadn’t even attended her
graduation.
“Your father does love you, dear.” Cynthia
said. “He just has a hard time accepting things as they
are.”
“Well he’s going to have to accept it
eventually.” Courtney said. “No one’s going to say
a magic word and change me into what he expected
me to be.”
Cynthia’s smile hid the fact that she too
originally had a hard time accepting her daughter’s
lifestyle. She still remembered the day, back in her
junior year of college, when her precious baby girl
had announced to friends and family that she was a
lesbian. Unlike her husband, she quickly came to
grips with the idea, realizing that however and with
whoever she lived her life, she was still her daughter.
And no matter what, she loved her and only wanted
her to be happy.
“It’s getting late.” Cynthia said, changing the
subject. “I originally thought we’d go out to dinner,
but with all the delays, maybe we should just head
home.”
“That’d be fine with me, I am a little tired.”
Courtney said as she turned and looked over her
shoulder. “Er...mom, there’s something I neglected
to mention to you when we talked last night...”
With that, a tall black woman stepped up to
Courtney. The look of recognition on her face told
Cynthia that they knew each other.
“I finally found my beeper.” The woman
said. “It fell through the seats.”
“Mom, this is Nicole. She’s a friend of mine,
I invited her up for the weekend. I hope you don’t
mind.”
Cynthia looked at the brown skinned woman.
She was at least ten years older than her daughter
with short curly black hair. A little taller than both
Courtney and herself, she had a lean, lithe form. Soft
red lips framed a flawless smile. Small compact
breasts pressed against a yellow blouse and long
smooth legs stretched out from beneath blue shorts.
“Why of course not,” Cynthia said, hiding
her disappointment that they wouldn’t be spending
the weekend alone. “You’re friends are always
welcome.”
“Great.” the blonde woman beamed. “I told
Nicole it would be OK. I promise her a chance to
get out of the city to unwind.”
Nicole reached up and removed a pair of dark
sunglasses, revealing a pair of sparkling blue eyes.
They quickly eclipsed her engaging smile as her most
striking feature.
During the drive back to her house, Cynthia
learned a little more about her house guest. Nicole
had lived in Manhattan most of her life and was a
successful attorney. Courtney had met her a few
months back and had developed a friendship while
shopping for a birthday present for Cynthia. At the
time, Cynthia had been surprised by the gift.
Courtney really had no interest in art and such, yet
the painting had been an excellent choice. The
woman was friendly and quite intelligent. By the
time they pulled into the driveway, she found herself
liking Nicole.
“Welcome home Courtney.” said the brown
haired man who greeted the trio as they exited the
car.
“Thank you, Edward.” Courtney said,
returning his smile. “It’s good to be home.”
Edward Graham was 20 years old and a
student at the local college. In return for room,
board and a small salary, he served as a sort of jack
of all trades around the house. If it was broken, he
fixed it. If it was dirty, he cleaned it. In the three
years he had been living there, he had become almost
a member of the family.
“Ed, this is my friend, Nicole.” Courtney said
as she turned her attention to the caramel skinned
woman behind her. “She’ll be staying for the
weekend.”
“Nice to meet you.” Edward said cheerfully
as he took a good look at her. “I’ll get the bags.” he
added as he headed for the truck.
“Thanks,” Cynthia said. “I made up
Courtney’s room this morning and we’ll put Nicole in
......”
Cynthia paused for a moment. Not for the
first time in the last hour she considered the idea that
Nicole and Courtney might be more than just friends.
Did her daughter expect them to share a room?
“Put Nicole in the guest room.” Courtney
interjected, much to Cynthia’s relief. “You’ll love
it.” she said to her friend. “It has the most beautiful
view of the garden.”
“I’m sure it’s beautiful.” Nicole replied.
The suggestion surprised Cynthia. The guest
bedroom was on the other side of the house from
Courtney’s room. She guessed that answered her
question of just how much of close friends the two
women were.
“Well you two get settled in and I’ll see about
getting us some dinner.” Cynthia said as she headed
into the house.
Dinner was simple was enjoyable.
Afterwards, the three women sat around the kitchen
table and chatted.
“Its nice to hear that you’re doing so well at
the firm.” Cynthia said as she sipped her tea. “And
I’m sure your father will be happy to know that all
that money he spent for Sara Douglas didn’t go to
waste.”
Courtney’s ever-present smile faded for a
moment at the mention of her father and his content
reminders of how much her education had cost.
Then just as quickly it came back. Quickly she
changed the subject.
“Speaking of college, you and Nicole have
something in common.” she said.
“What would that be?” Cynthia asked as she
turned and looked at Nicole.
“Nicole’s a Theta Phi too.” her daughter
beamed.
“Really?”
“Class of ‘84.” Nicole offered.
“Class of ‘54.” Cynthia chimed in.
“I guess that makes me the baby of the
bunch.” Courtney laughed. “Class of ‘94.”
All three women laughed.
“Class of ‘54,” Nicole repeated. “That
means you were a pledge in 1950.”
“Why yes,” Cynthia said a little hesitantly.
“Why do you ask?”
“You were there during the big scandal at
Delta Theta Phi.” Nicole said excitedly. “I can’t
believe it, I never thought I’d get to hear what really
happened from someone that was really there.
Someone who really knew Jennifer Hallis”
“What scandal?” Courtney asked, her
questioning tone making it evident that she had no
idea what her friend was talking about. “Who was
Jennifer Hallis?”
“None of the sisters ever told you?” Nicole
asked. “I can’t believe it. It’s part of the legend of
Delta Theta Phi.”
“Well lets here it now.” Courtney gushed.
Nicole looked to Cynthia for a moment, then
took her silence for assent.
“Well Jennifer Hallis, first of all, was Class of
‘50. She was also President of the Sisterhood, or
Queen might have been a better term.”
“Queen?”
“Yes, from what I understand, she ran the
sorority like her own personal kingdom. Including
having ladies in waiting.”
“So what was the big deal?” Courtney
interrupted.
“I’m getting to that.” Nicole continued.
“What set Theta Phi apart from all the other houses
on campus was that almost every sister was expected
to be available to Jennifer for sex whenever she
wanted. In fact, you couldn’t become a sister unless
you slept with her first.”
“You’re kidding.” Courtney said.
“It’s true.” replied Nicole. “In fact, it got so
that all the pledges had to spend their first years as
wives to the senior class. Not to mention the monthly
orgies.”
“That’s incredible.” the youngest woman
called out. “What happened, how did anyone find
out.”
“In the pledge class of ‘50 there was a girl
named Susan Davis. Evidently, she found the idea of
lesbian sex sick to say the least. She wasn’t the first
pledge to back out of the sorority when they found
out what they were into, but Susan believed that she
had a moral obligation to stop what she believed
were vile and disgusting acts. She went right to the
Board of Regents and the night of their next all-girl
party they were raided.”
“What happened then?” Courtney asked,
now totally absorbed in the story.
“Jennifer was expelled on the spot, so where
a good many of the other girls. Then the Board tried
to hush the whole thing up. They spread the story
that the girls were expelled because of their
involvement in a cheating scandal. That was 1950
remember, lesbian was still a dirty word. The school
had their image to worry about. How many of those
upper class families that sent their precious daughters
to Sara Douglas would still do so if they thought they
would be exposed to such ideas.”
“That’s an incredible story.” Courtney said,
taking it all in. Then a look of disbelief filled her face
when she realized that her mother was actually there
- and a member of that pledge class.”
She turned to her mother and opened her
mouth to speak, but before she could say a word,
Cynthia cut her off.
“Before you let your imagination get out of
control, let me say something.” Cynthia began.
“Even though I was a freshman in 1950, I didn’t
pledge Delta Theta Phi until the second term. So I’m
afraid all of that happened before I was even a
sister.”
“I didn’t think they pledged during the second
term.” Nicole asked a little suspiciously.
“Normally they didn’t,” Cynthia replied. “but
with all the girls expelled, they needed new members
to keep their charter.”
“That makes sense.” Nicole replied. “I hope
I didn’t offend you.”
“Not at all,” Cynthia said. “In fact, that’s the
first time I actually heard the story. I was there at
the school at the time and until now believed the
‘cheating’ story.”
“It’s still an incredible story.” Courtney
repeated. “but I’ve been up since 4:30 and I think
I’m going to turn in.”
“That sounds like a good idea.” Nicole
agreed.
“You too go ahead, I’ve a little work to finish
before I call it a night.”
A little work turned out to be a major
understatement and it was well after midnight by the
time Cynthia started up the stairs to bed. It had been
a very long day but a happy one never the less. Any
time Courtney came to visit, all her worries seemed
to disappear. It brought back memories of a far
simpler time.
Passing Nicole’s room, Cynthia was careful
not to make any noise as not to wake their guest.
Hopefully, Edward had removed all of her husband’s
clothes from the room before settling Nicole in. The
fact that she and her husband slept in separate rooms
wasn’t something she really wanted to advertise - not
even to her own daughter.
Truth be told, it had been many years since
they had slept together as man and wife. Most
nights, Steven slept elsewhere. Elsewhere currently
being the apartment of his 29 year old girlfriend. The
only reason they hadn’t divorced was that Steven
kept saying it would be bad for the companies image.
One of these days she might find a reason to push for
the divorce, but for now she was content to let things
sat as they were.
Stopping again at the door to Courtney’s
room, Cynthia decided to check in on her daughter.
It was a silly thing really, after all Courtney wasn’t
six years old anymore. But it did make her feel
better.
Silently she turned the doorknob and eased
the door open. Cynthia took a small step inward
before stopping in her tracks. Instead of the serene
image she expected, she found instead one out of her
most erotic dreams.
It had been many years since the last time
Cynthia had seen her daughter naked so it was a
shock to see how much her body had developed.
The small breasts that she had last seen the day she’d
first taken Courtney shopping for her first training
bra had blossomed into a magnificent set of 34C’s.
The rest of her young body was just as impressive,
showing that she had viewed the development of her
body as seriously as that of her mind.
It wasn’t so much the development of her
daughter’s body that caused Cynthia to step back as
it was it’s position. Standing against the large
backboard of the queen sized bed was Nicole, as
naked as her daughter. Beneath the brown hued
woman’s outstretched legs was Courtney, her mouth
pressed firmly against her hairy cunt.
It was one thing to know that her daughter
preferred women sexually, it was quite another to
actually see it. Cynthia was transfixed, unable to tear
her eyes away from the spectacle. It was a long five
minutes before the fear of discovery gave the older
woman the strength to pull herself away.
Closing the door behind her, Cynthia let out a
long loud sigh. To her surprise, she’d found the sight
of her daughter engaged in lesbian lust to be the most
exciting thing she’d seen in a good long time. Her
heart was racing, her breath shallow and most
incredible, the mound between her legs was moist.
Crawling into the warm comfort of her bed,
Cynthia knew she would get little sleep that night.
It was a warm summer morning and Cynthia
decided to have breakfast out by the pool. It wasn’t
long before Courtney joined her. She explained that
Nicole needed to make a few phone calls to make
and would join them as soon as she could.
“Did you sleep well, dear?” Cynthia asked.
“Like a baby.” Courtney smiled.
Their breakfast conversation covered a few
topics until finally it turned to Nicole.
“Your friend Nicole seems like a really nice
person.” Cynthia said. “Have you known her long?”
“Not long really, only a few months.”
Courtney answered as she nibbled a piece of toast. “I
met her at a fund raising party the alumni association
threw. She’s an attorney, in fact she’s just made
partner at her firm. I was admiring a painting at the
hotel where they had the fund raiser and she
happened to mention that she’d seen one just like it
at a friend’s art gallery. I said I’d love to be able to
pick out something like that for your birthday but
knew next to nothing about art. Next thing I knew
she had offered to help me pick something out.”
“I guessed that much.” Cynthia said. “That
painting seemed a little out of your league. “But
there’s something I want to ask you, but I’m not sure
how exactly to put it.”
“Well straight out always seemed to work for
me.” Courtney suggested.
“How well I know that.” came her mother’s
response. “But it’s still hard for me to just come out
and say something.”
“Give it a try mom.”
“I was wondering, I mean I’d like to ask you
just how close you and Nicole actually are?” Cynthia
finally blurted out.
“You mean are we lovers or anything like
that?” Courtney casually replied.
“Well yes.”
“Are we lovers, well not really.” her
daughter continued in that same casual tone. “Have
we slept together on occasion...yes we have.”
“I don’t understand.” Cynthia said.
“I guess you could just say we’re close
friends who on occasion have sex. There are a
number of women who I sleep with. Some I have
very strong feelings for. In other cases its just
recreational. Bottom line is that at this point in my
life I’m too involved in work to even seriously thing
about settling down with anyone.”
“I’m still not sure I really understand it, but
I’ll settle for the fact that you do seem to be happy.”
replied Cynthia.
“That’s all I ask.” her daughter grinned.
“Excuse me, but there’s a phone call for
Courtney.” said Edward as he walked up to the
small table, portable phone in hand. “Some guy
named Rogers, says he’s your boss.”
“I’ll just be a minute, Mom.” the blonde
haired girl said as she took the phone and walked a
few feet away to take the call in private.
While Courtney chatted just out of earshot,
Cynthia found herself staring at Edward. The little
exhibition last night had left her feeling very horny, a
sensation she hadn’t felt in some time. Not even a
pleasing masturbation session last night and again this
morning had helped to satisfy her urge.
Watching the tall well built young man play
with his silver rimmed glasses, Cynthia was reminded
of a night not so long ago. The hockey team that
Edward played on had just won the local
championship and the two of them had stood up late
into the night celebrating. Edward, because hockey
was one of the most important things in his life, and
Cynthia because she just needed to have a little fun.
After a few bottles of very expensive wine
which Cynthia had liberated from her husband’s
prized collection, Edward began to look very good to
her. She had been sorely tempted to try and entice
him into her bed, a bed her husband had so long ago
vacated. Finally common sense had prevailed and
she realized that a one night stand wasn’t worth
upsetting the apple cart. Still, if he’d been just some
young man she’d met.
“Good morning.” Nicole said as she walked
up to the table. “I hope I haven’t kept anyone
waiting.”
“No, of course not.” Cynthia said, dismissing
her idle fantasy from her mind. “Please have a seat.”
It was hard for Cynthia not to sneak looks at
Nicole as she ate. The image of her naked form
being serviced by her daughter was still too fresh in
her mind.
An unhappy look covered Courtney’s face as
she returned from her telephone call. Whatever it
had been about, it wasn’t good news.
“Trouble honey?” Cynthia asked as she rose
from the table.
“I’m afraid so.” came her reply. “I’m going
to have to cut the weekend short, they need me back
in Manhattan right away.”
“That’s terrible.” Cynthia commented.
“I’ll go and pack.” Nicole said.
“Oh no, there’s no reason for you to have
your weekend ruined too.” Courtney said. “Why
don’t you stay here and enjoyed it. I did promise you
a few days in the country.”
Nicole waited before answering, her line of
sight shifting from Courtney to Cynthia.
“Isn’t OK isn’t it, Mom.” Courtney asked as
she followed Nicole’s gaze.
“Of course it is.” Cynthia said, unsure what
else she could say.
“Great.” Courtney said. “Edward’s going
into town anyway so he’ll give me a ride to the train.
If I hurry, I can catch the 10:30 to Penn Station.”
Cynthia was disappointed that her daughter’s
visit was going to be cut short, but she understood all
too well how important Courtney’s job was to her.
Hugs and kisses were quickly exchanged, as well as
the promise to get together again as soon as possible.
Once Courtney and Edward had left, Cynthia
quickly completed some paper work she had brought
home for the weekend. She had only brought a small
amount home with her, assuming that she was going
to need a lot of free time to spend with her daughter.
She considered calling the office and having one of
the staff run some more out to her, then decided
against it. She took so little time off these days, she
deserved a little play time.
It wasn’t until late afternoon that she even
saw Nicole again. Her houseguest seemed to be as
much a workaholic as she was, spending a good part
of the day on her cellular phone. True, laying on a
lawn chair in the garden was a lot better than being
locked up in an airtight office. Well, Cynthia
thought, I guess you don’t get to be partner in a
prestigious law firm at 32 by taking it easy.
After lunch, Cynthia decided to spend some
time in the pool out back. It was one of her favorite
places to relax. Her husband had really gone through
the roof the year she had workman construct a
removable cover over the pool so it could be heated
and used in the winter. Still, half the profits from the
company were hers to use as she wished. After all,
she had never complained about his numerous
excursions around the country - or the various
“assistants” who accompanied him.
“That looks inviting.” Nicole said as she
walked up to the edge of the pool where Cynthia was
just relaxing after finishing her laps.
The tall cinnamon hued lawyer had changed
into a simple, comfortable white T-shirt and blue
shorts. Even in that plain attire, she looked like she a
model out of town and country.
“You’re welcome to join me.” Cynthia said
as she smiled up at the older woman. “There’s extra
suits in the poolhouse, I’m sure you’ll be able to find
something that’ll fit you.”
“Oh I never bother with a suit.” Nicole
quipped as she grabbed the bottom edges of her shirt
and pulled it up and over her head. Her braless
breasts bounced free in the air, giving Cynthia a close
up view of the round orbs she had only seen at a
distance the night before. The blue shorts quickly
followed, adding her dark curly haired bush to the list
of Nicole’s attractions.
Cynthia had only a brief instant to recall the
image of her daughter’s tongue buried up within that
mound. With a powerful leap into the air, the now
nude muscular young woman dived into the deeper
end of the pool.
She dropped all the way to the bottom before
pushing herself back up. She broke the surface with
a large splash, before flipping over and traversing the
length of the pool with a series of textbook strokes.
Executing a flawless flip at the far end of the pool,
Nicole recrossed the length of the pool and moved up
to where Cynthia was just drifting lazily.
“The water feels wonderful.” Nicole beamed
as she pulled herself up alongside Cynthia. “If I had
one of these, I’d never be out of shape.”
“You’re not exactly out of shape.” Cynthia
laughed.
“Compared to when I was in college I am.”
Nicole replied. “I can never seem to find the time to
get to the gym anymore.”
“I imagine you must keep busy.” Cynthia
noted.
It was at that moment that the younger
woman noticed that Cynthia was staring at her naked
breasts. The droplet covered mounds were only a
foot away from her now.
“Does this bother you?” Nicole asked. “My
not wearing a suit I mean.”
“No, not at all.” Cynthia answered. “If you
feel more comfortable that way, who am I to say no.”
“It really is a lot more comfortable than
wearing a confining suit.” Nicole commented. “You
should try it.”
“When I was young, we used to go to a place
down in the islands where we’d go skinny dipping.”
Cynthia said as she leisurely splashed her legs in the
water. “I remember it as being a lot of fun. Once you
got used to all the naked bodies.” she laughingly
added.
“Did that turn you on?” Nicole abruptly
asked.
“Excuse me?” Cynthia asked after pausing a
few beats, wondering how the conversation had
taken such an abrupt turn.
“I asked if that turned you on,” Nicole
repeated. “All those naked bodies?”
“What would make you asked a question like
that?”
It took even longer for Nicole to answer. It
seemed for a few moments that she might be
reconsidering her question. Then, with deliberation,
she went on.
“Last night you seemed to spend a
considerable amount of time watching Courtney and
me. A lot longer than someone who had just
accidentally walked into an embarrassing situation.
Most people would’ve just stepped back out. You
stood there and watched for a while.”
Cynthia’s face blushed, she hadn’t realized
Nicole had seen her. Then a more embarrassing
thought replaced that. Had she told Courtney?
“Was it the sight of our naked bodies that
interested you so much?” Nicole continued.
Cynthia was speechless, she didn’t have an
answer. She really didn’t know herself why she had
stayed there so long.
“Know what I think?” Nicole said, and then
continued without waiting for an answer. “I think it
was the sex that interested you so much. I think that
the fact that it was your daughter that was eating my
pussy was secondary to the act itself. I think you got
really hot watching two women get it on.”
--
+--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+
| story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |
| Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |
\ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /