“What Sarah and I do?”
I shook my head. “Sarah and I are a little frightened of the dark,” she told me in that deep, damn-I-wanna-fuck-you voice. Mature porn They didn’t grope. You have to be wondering.”
I shrugged. Men know about lesbians, read about them and sometimes hear them on television talk shows. As April came and went, I spent a little more time outdoors and, through the course of events, had the opportunity to even say hello to her. “I guess I just assumed you’d have Sarah do that to you.”
Lois giggled and tapped me on the wrist. Curiously, the topic of their sexuality didn’t come up again despite our regular conversations and frequent trips to the mall and to the grocery. Hey, I felt honored to be in their company and, knowing neither of them would fall for me, grew comfortable in the notion that neither would break my heart, drain my bank account or ask me to wash the kitchen windows.
