She seemed to try resisting him, at best it would be called halfhearted.Women are very predictable, but women who act like guys, aren't.Molly gasped, Now you're making me self-conscience.OK, ladies, let's hear it.Both Tawny and I were moaning loudly now granny and and Mike came in me and leaned over and I kissed him.I glanced at Audra’s face.Fuck my hot little cunt she screamed.After they both orgasmed, they cuddled close and held each other.Before she rub it all over sensual my cock.Watch me. You'll like this, old she said.A gentle yellow stream began to spill from her muff.Oh you can't be fucking serious, Jessie said.She was still down on her knees, and now she crawled forward and tried to hug Laura's leg.The waiter was concentrating on what he was doing but Jon was Lesbian watching me so was the man lezzy a couple of tables away.I took one breath, then another, and let them both out. ...Wow… Lena panted, giggling softly, Just… Wow… Amélie grinned and chuckled softly as they moved in time to once more lay beside each other, this lezzy time in each other's arms, where they belonged. Lena felt like she needed a shower, or another hard fuck, but in her mind, there was really only one option. Held in Amélie’s arms, safe and secure, as they both lived in the afterglow of their lust, she felt the blanket of sleep creep upon her, drawing her down into its comforting depths where she willingly sank.It was some time later when Lena let out a quiet little whimper and stretched her arms out above her head, feeling the warmth of the duvet enveloping her as the sleepy fog of her old mind began to slowly melt away.She lay, without opening her eyes, as the memories of the day before seeped in through the retreating dreams. Amélie. The woman who had conditioned her to obey her commands at a word, something that had proven to be unnecessary as the day had progressed into the evening. Still though, despite the conditioning Lena found it hard to be Lesbian mad, without it, without Widowmaker’s targeted attack, she would never have really met Amélie. Just the thought of Amélie sent Lena’s heart to fluttering and, eager to be in her arms again she rolled onto her side, opening her eyes and smiling, reaching out towards… Where Amélie had been. Lena’s smile slipped away as she ran granny a hand across the sheets where Amélie had fallen asleep, snuggled up close to her, satisfied after their lovemaking. She lay for a moment staring at the empty pillow in the dim morning light beside her, the warm colours spilling in through the cracks in the window blinds indicating it was early morning, perhaps even sunrise.Sitting up slowly she ran a hand through her hair, pushing it up into her preferred style as she glanced around for any indication of her new lover, but saw no sign. For a moment her imagination ran sensual a little wild. Maybe Amélie had used her, had manipulated her somehow?She felt a doubt creep into her. A sentence Amélie had said yesterday bouncing back into her anxious mind, ‘And I can think of no greater victory than this.