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It’s terrible to be tempted by your girlfriend’s own mom ... Laura finds herself always yearning for the 19-year -old Marni, teaching her the ways of being with a woman. But when she meets the bombshell of a woman Marni calls mom, she tries to stray from temptation to avoid causing trouble between matriarch and offspring. But on one fateful night when Marni’s mom tries to pry into what Laura is really doing with her daughter, Marni’s mom seems to find out more about herself than her little girl. Laura teaches Marni’s mom what she taught Marni, giving the two of them the night of their lives. Sample: Right until one fateful evening when she gave Marni a ride home from work. Marni had called her for the favor. Her ma’s car was in the shop, and the person who had given her a lift to work was tied up elsewhere and couldn’t help. Laura had been happy to oblige, especially since she was free and wouldn’t mind spending the evening kissing the lovely pretty thing all over her naked body, and making her gasp in sublime orgasms. But Marni was quick to put the kibosh on this idea. “We can’t do it, you know,” she said plainly, as Laura drove her home. “My mom and my baby sibling are there.” Laura had half-expected as much, though she did not try to conceal her disappointment. “I do so love to make you whimper,” she replied softly. “But one can’t have everything.” She teased. Marni smiled warmly. She put one hand on Laura’s knee. “You’re sweet. I love you to make me whimper, too. And even scream.” Laura realized that this conversation was going nowhere, and only making them both potentially even more overwrought at the knowledge they would not be able to screw. Marni’s gentle touch on her knee, even through the cloth of her jeans, made her aware of how tingly and moist her body became simply by being in the girl’s presence. “So . . . tell me about the sibling. How young is she?” “Not that young. She’s twelve. She has trouble in school, so my mom sort of relentlessly home schools her at night. They’ll be sitting at the table hammering away at math and whatnot. My sibling hates it, so there’s always lots of snipping and snapping.” Laura smiled grimly. There was no way to put a happy shine on that. Better just to remain silent. Everyone had her cross to bear. “Name?” she finally inquired. “Lydia. She hates it. Wants to be called Sholandra, which was my dead aunt’s name. But my mom won’t hear any of it .” “Sholandra’s a pretty name.” Years earlier Laura had humped a very hot office mate firebrand named Sholandra so relentlessly for months that they both had feared going up in smoke in the crackling flames of a lesbian bonfire. God, we must’ve set a world’s record for banging! She smiled. It was a warm memory. Nasty little gorgeous spitfire Sholandra. Oh gosh. We almost snuffed each other out with lust. She quickly shook herself, mostly inwardly, to push away the memory. They arrived minutes later at Marni’s house. “You could come in and meet them,” she said to Laura. Hello, Mrs. Jackson, Laura found herself rehearsing silently in her mind. I am the woman who introduced your lovely college girl r to hot lesbian romp. Hope you don’t mind. We really wish you and your younger kin weren’t here so we could do it. “I think I’ll skip it,” she said. But Marni insisted. “Really. I want you to.” Monica was completely gorgeous. She was beautiful. Laura was stunned. Marni was pretty in the girl next door way, pleasant face and tight little post-adolescent body that Laura loved kissing all over. Monica, on the other hand, was about Laura’s age, early thirties, with a movie star’s face and a voluptuous figure, not zaftig but the very definition of curvaceous, with large breasts and swelling hips and a tiny waist and . . .
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