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CHAPTER 31: THE WEEKEND – BACK HOME

While my weekend had been and was undoubtedly going to continue being interesting, Mom and Helen were back home with a much quieter situation. The home front had gone from four adults and two dogs with a remaining boarding dog to just two adult woman, a dog and the boarding dog. Just my absence undoubtedly changed the tenor of the place much less the expectations of Tim when he was home.

The rest of Friday went as normal, like any other. The day virtually proceeded as though by its own inertia. It might have taken more effort to do something different. We had agreed that the remaining boarding dog had progressed in training very well, just like the one that had been purchased. So we had settled on performing basic activities with the dog to maintain the training level for the next woman interested. He would be fucked once a day to keep him familiar with the process and feel. He would also be routinely challenged on the clothed-unclothed response. This was felt to be a critical element that provides the client with a solid sense of comfort that her friends and guests would not be embarrassed if the dog happened to be left out among them.

Helen assisted Mom as was her habit now. Although we were both very accustomed to mating with dogs by ourselves, it allowed for better testing of the clothed response and to have independent evaluation of the dog’s abilities over a period of time with the documentation of the comments and responses from the mating each time. Or at least as many times as possible. And, besides, Helen seemed to like being involved and present. Far from being intimidated or uncomfortable, she truly seemed to be attentive and focused. She explained that since she was often the first point of contact for inquiries or referrals, the more she understood and was familiar with the better she could interact and assist the clients. Or provide information to Bob for that matter. So we stopped being concerned or sensitive to her being around when we were with the dogs. She was okay and we finally accepted that.

In fact it did work well. Mom walked into training/demo room of the kennel building looking for Helen and found her in the office area on the phone. She learned that she was talking to the woman who had just purchased the dog. What she heard was:

“Yes, ma’am. I understand your issue. May I ask if you have watched the DVD for that information?”
“No, ma’am, that’s fine. I was only asking to determine if perhaps the DVD was not projecting the technique properly or clearly. I would suggest you viewing the DVD sometime when you are able, but I am happy to provide you with information over the phone.”
“Yes, ma’am. I understand. Yes, the penis certainly is hard and can hurt when it continues to pound into your cheek.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Yes, ma’am, okay. So you have him good and hard? He is sticking out of his sheath a good amount?”
“Yes, ma’am, I know this is difficult to discuss, even over the phone. Yes, and to someone who is your daughter’s age.”
“Ma’am? Do you remember in the demonstration here at the kennel when we told you about using your hand as a way to guide him into you?”
“Yes, with your hand between your legs.”
“Good, yes, I am sure that you will have much better success and enjoyment if you do that each time with your lover.”
“Yes, we do think of them as lovers.”
“I hope you do to, ma’am.”
“Please don’t. Please just call us if you have any questions. We want your experience to be as good as ours. Thank you, ma’am.”

She put the phone down and typed in a few more comments in the computer, turned around and nearly jumped in surprise. “Barb, I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Sorry. Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course. This is your kennel.”

“From what I heard I thought you were wonderful on the phone. What were you putting into the computer? Was it related to the phone call?”

“Well, thank you, Barb. I really appreciate you telling me that. That was Mrs. Hansen who just purchased the dog. She had a question on mating. She said the dog keeps pounding her ass cheeks until it finally finds her opening and she was wondering if there was a better, less painful way. You probably heard me suggest the hand as a guide. I had considered on previous calls how to track the questions and information given. I thought it might prove useful for determining future information to stress stronger, for instance. Since the dogs we board all have files, I thought it could just be recorded in their file in a section I labelled as ‘Follow-up’. I thought the information could lead to determination of dog training issues or perhaps, as in this case, client issues.”

“Client issues?”

“Sorry, that might not have been very professional. But it might help to also identify when a particular client is taking up too much time or not responding to conventional approaches. Maybe strongly recommending a training session.”

“Wow, you really are amazing, Helen.”

“Oh, come on. Thanks but you’re just making me feel good.”

“Helen, stop. I am serious. Everyone here feels the same way. You remind me of that song, ‘Fireworks’. You know that line, ‘Maybe the reason why all the doors are closed, so you could open one that leads you to the perfect road’? That’s you. You’ve said how you were kept alone and isolated. Your doors were closed. You had the guts to go out and find Michele. That opened up this opportunity and it seems right for you to grow in. And then the line, ‘you're a firework, Come on, let your colors burst’. That’s you, look at what you are doing here. You get a chance and you just shine.”

“Are you serious, Barb? The others, Michele and Tim, feel the same way? Really?”

“Absolutely. Helen, we accept people we like by being pretty open and sharing. Everyone is including you in things as though you are family. Think about Tim for a minute. That night you were in his lap and you came under his touch while watching us being fucked by the boys. What red blooded man with a scantily clad, beautiful young woman in his lap doesn’t take at least a few liberties in touching a breast if not jamming his hand into your panties? I’ll tell you what kind, it takes a man who cares an awful lot about you. Who respects you that much. Because he could have taken liberties with you and you probably would have responded eagerly when he did.”

“Yes, I would have. But, somehow it was even more intimate that he helped me orgasm without.”

“I know, that’s what I mean.”

“So, what do I do with that knowledge?”

“Nothing. I mean by that, nothing different. Just recognize that it is true. The young woman that you have shown us is the woman everyone loves. Look at Juli and Harry. Heck, Harry is smitten by you. Anyone willing to climb into a pig pen to comfort a pregnant sow is an angel to him. Just be yourself but trust in who you are. Come to grips with who you are, what you want and work hard for it.”

Helen got up from the desk and took the couple steps to Barb. He put her arms around the older woman and her head on her shoulder. “Barb … Michele was so lucky to have you for a mother.”

Barb laughed hard, “Well, she didn’t always think so.”

“No, I don’t suppose c***dren always do.” She was stroking Barb’s naked back and lifted her head to look at the woman in her arms, “But, I am guessing this conversation is not the reason you came out here.”

“No, as a matter of fact it is not. I need your help.” And with that Barb pulled Helen into the house and was instructed to dress casually but nice. Perhaps a nice sundress and her low heels.

She waited for Barb in the kitchen. “So, why did we get dressed?”

“You are going to help me buy a truck.”

“A truck?!?”

“Well, a pickup. And, relax, I’m not that spontaneous that this hasn’t been worked out. I have been working through Harry about this. With this size property and now the kennel, we are always struggling with supplies fitting into one of the cars or the SUV. A pickup truck will be much more practical. My car is the oldest, but not that old, so I want to trade it in on a used truck. Harry has given me a name of a salesman who won’t mess with me.”

“So … what do you need me for?”

“Support. I don’t know what I am getting into here. Harry gave me a list of things to consider but … well, I can sometimes be a wimp about sales guys.”

“Why not wait for Tim to get back.”

“No. I want to do this. He might talk me out of it. Buy the truck and let me keep the car. I want to do this. Don’t you think it will be easier with a truck?”

“You bet, Barb. If you really want to do this, I’m with you. Let’s go.” Helen had no idea but she totally loved the idea that Barb was leaning on her like this.

Things were further along than Helen thought from the earlier conversation. The salesman knew the value of Barb’s car and already had a group of trucks identified that would be in the trade-in range. They looked at each of the trucks the sales guy had identified and Barb had eliminated most of them for not having things that Harry said were important. Things a truck for real hauling and work would need. Barb had no idea. The salesman was downplaying one of the trucks. While they were talking, Helen walked over to it and look at it hard, remembering all the things on Harry’s list. She whistled to get their attention. The sales guy reluctantly followed over to her. Helen slapped the hood, “I think this is the one. It has all the things Harry said we need to have.” She then nearly knocked Barbs socks off, if she even had stockings on. She took hold of the guy’s arm and led him to the tailgate which she lowered, “But, this will not do. Look, it is all scratched up.” She then put on her best high school girl attitude, “I can NOT be seen in a truck with scratches on it like this. Even in the cargo bed! Really.”

The guy looked to Barb, pleading in his eyes. “Look, what can I do about that? A paint job is way too much.”

Helen walked into his face, rolled her eyes and sighed. She turned to Barb, “There was a lot down the road with a pretty yellow pickup truck. I could be seen in that.”

The guy panicked. He might not only lose a sale but disappoint Harry. Harry had been buying trucks strictly from him for years. “Okay, I want to talk to your mother right now. Listen, maybe … yea, how about if I throw in a bed liner? That’s the best I can do.”

Barb was flabbergasted. That was the last thing on Harry’s list, “if it has a bed liner, grab it”. Barb tried to play it as cool as Helen had and took her by the arm away from the guy. “I think that’s the deal we need.”

“Barb that was a deal before the bed liner got thrown in. I was just messing with the guy.”

They took care of the paperwork, transferred the titles over and Barb was now the owner of a pickup truck. This middle aged, housewife who had always lived in the suburbs was now a pickup girl. How did this happen, she wondered.

When they left the state road and turned down the county road and then to the gravel township road, Barb pulled over to the side of the road, stopped, put the truck into park (yes, it was an automatic) and turned the engine off. She just sat there. Helen looked at her questioningly. “Barb, is there anything wrong?”

“No. But I was thinking.” She turned in the seat and looked at Helen, “How did that make you feel with the sales guy?”

Helen got worried, “You think I manipulated him too much?”

“No, no, not that. Frankly that was amazing. No, I mean … when he said he needed to talk to your mother?”

“Oh, yeah, I guess I didn’t cover my reaction very well, after all.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well … I was just about bursting out with pride! That was one of the most wonderful things I could hear. To be your daughter? WOW.”

Barb reached over and took her hand, “Honey, I am not your mother. Not even half. And I don’t really want to be.”

Helen flinched at that. Barb undid her seat belt and leaned over to the young woman and took her face in her hands. “Honey, look at me. I love you. I mean … I think I love you. Definitely not as a daughter. Michele and I still bump into the mother-daughter thing and it makes it awkward sometimes. We don’t need that. You understand what I am saying?”

“Yes.” Helen leaned into Barb and she kissed the older woman. Then harder. She touched the older woman’s breast.

Barb looked at her and smiled. A sensual, lusty smile. “I think we should get home.” She turned in her seat and started pulling the seat belt across and stopped. She turned to the Helen, “How about your first driving lesson?”

“I don’t have even my permit, yet.”

“This is the country, dear. Who’s going to stop us out here?”

Barb got out of the truck and walked around. Helen shrugged and moved to the driver’s seat. They buckled up, Barb went through some basics and sat back. Helen put her foot on the brake and shifted to ‘drive’. She moved her foot to the gas pedal and slowly added some pressure and turned the steering wheel to move the vehicle back onto the road. She went very slowly, well below the speed limit although Barb couldn’t remember see one posted. Just before they approached the little dirt road that led to their place, “Oh no. What did I do wrong? There’s a cop behind me with his light on.”

“Just pull over carefully. Don’t go into the ditch.” Satisfied, even if not that close to the ditch, “Put the gear in ‘park’ and turn the engine off.”

It was the Sheriff, himself. Helen watched in the side mirror as he got out of his car, looked at the plates that were temporary and proceeded to the driver’s window which she had been instructed to open. Barb leaned over, “Good afternoon Sheriff. Is anything wrong?”

“Barb Hawkins, right?”

“Yes. How do you remember so many people out here? It sure makes a person feel looked after. Did we do something wrong?”

“Thank you, but there really aren’t that many people living out here. No, not really wrong. I just saw the temporary plate, a pickup I didn’t recognize way out here. Say, aren’t you that girl I found on the road a while back?”

“Yes, sir.”

“As I recall you were looking for the Hawkins. Everything must have worked out then.”

Barb lean further over, “Yes, it did, Sheriff. I think we are all happy with the way it worked out.”

He looked at Helen and with a smile on his face, “Seems I also recall you didn’t have a driver’s license or permit at the time.”

“No, sir, but …”

Barb jumped in, “I just bought this truck and I was giving her a lesson. She’ll be getting her license soon, I suspect.”

“Well, good. Ladies, have a wonderful rest of your day.”

Helen slumped in the seat, “I thought he’d find out I didn’t have my permit!”

“He knew, dear. But that’s what respecting people gets you. The way you reacted to him, it was easy for him to look the other way.”

Back at home it was getting late. Barb made a simple but nice meal, directing Helen in how to assist. And Helen was right at her elbow waiting, anticipating, enjoying the time preparing, the time alone with her. Throughout the time of making the dinner and then enjoying it, they share little things, silly things. They laugh and giggle. They touched frequently. Little touches and not so little touches.

After dinner and cleaning up the kitchen, “I’m going to take Jackson for a walk around the property.”

“You don’t have to you know. You can enjoy him here.”

“No, really, I want to give him some exercise and I feel like a walk. But, Helen, I would love it if you felt comfortable enough to join us. And, yes, I do intend to enjoy his attention somewhere out there.” It was just getting dark but the trail around the property was worn in well and the full moon was high. She moved to Helen and took her in her arms. She kissed her, stepped back and took her clothes off. Without Tim around she hadn’t stripped upon returning house. She stepped to the younger woman again and took her in her arms. They hugged, “This feels so good. What are you doing to me?”

Helen looked at her, “Me? I was thinking the same of you.” They giggled and hand in hand went out the patio door. Jackson was ready and waiting. He followed as the two women walked off the patio into the moonlit darkness.

They walked out into the back part of the property, frequently holding hands, touching each other, but always talking, sharing just little things, little things that seemed of interest at the moment. Jackson chased around for much of the time either ahead or back or to the sides as he caught sight of something or surprised something. During the day the dogs never actually caught anything despite all the chasing. At night it was even more fruitless. But we would return back to them panting and his tail wagging furiously. Both women would chuckle at the show of energy and pride that he seemed to be displaying for them.

Barb stopped when they were most of the way back to the house but still off the main lawn part of the property. She looked around and Jackson was nowhere close. “I’ve been naked out here all this time and nobody has taken advantage of me.”

Helen turned her around to face her, stroked the side of her face, and smiled at her. “If you don’t mind … that can be rectified.” She kissed her on the lips, pulled back to look into her eyes, seeking an okay, affirmation of her forward move. Helen moved her hands from Barb’s face to her shoulders and down her arms, then back up to touch her face, again. They stared into each other’s eyes, faces.

Barb took Helen’s hand and deliberately walked to the kennel building. When they were within twenty feet of the runs, Barb called for Jackson. He came immediately so he had been nearby the whole time, just far enough into the dark so he wasn’t seen. He came right to her and started licking her ass and hip, moving to her front. She stopped him by rotating her body, at least her front, away from him. “Sorry, big boy. Tonight you missed your chance.” Then she pulled Helen to the house.

Inside, Barb locked the patio door, turned and held Helen by the shoulders. She kissed the younger woman on the forehead, turner her around and gave her a pat on the ass, “I am calling it an early night.”

Helen felt a little disappointed as she headed down the hall to her room. She had gone out on the limb, so to speak, by approaching Barb outside and she felt rejected. She took off her shoes and socks, then went to the bathroom to clean up for bed. Since it was dark outside, it wasn’t early and Michele and Tim were returning tomorrow. Back in her room she stripped out of her clothes and looked at herself in the mirror. She had to admit that she saw what the others kept telling her. She did have a fit, trim body. It was certainly more petit than Michele or Barb but it was her and she did like it. She sighed, mostly to herself and mostly u*********sly. She put on panties and then a thin, short nightgown. She was just pulling the covers down on the bed after selecting a new book to start when there was a knock on the door.

When she opened it, she found Barb standing there, still naked, but she had cleaned up for bed. Neither of them said anything initially, then Barb took Helen’s hand and held it in both of hers. “Honey … I was wondering … well, and you don’t have to of course, but … my bed is awfully big to be in alone. So I was wondering if …”

“You want to sleep with me in mine tonight, Barb?”

She giggled, “I was actually thinking about you sleeping with me, but yours will work, too.”

Helen looked at Barb intently and a little shyly. She looked over at her bed as though weighing some decision. Barb just stood waiting. Helen turned off her bedroom light and squeezed past Barb and pulled her with her to the other bedroom. “Yours.”

It wasn’t lost on Helen that Barb was naked and she wasn’t. That Barb had asked her to sleep with her tonight, to share her bed. That there was really only one more night of a short weekend separation from her lovers. This wasn’t an act of need resulting from a long separation. This wasn’t an act of hunger or desperation from a long period of loving neglect. She had, after all, been fucking the dogs several times a day this weekend. No, this was different from all that. And that difference had her wet, very wet, with interest, anticipation and need. But she had made a move once tonight, outside. She didn’t have it in her to make two moves in one night to a woman with so much more experience. So she would follow whatever lead she got from Barb. A lead she hoped she would get from Barb.

Barb pulled the covers down so just the top sheet would be available to cover them if they needed it. It was summer, the air conditioner was off with the windows open at night. The air was dry and cooled better in the night than many parts of the country.

Barb got into bed on one side leaving Helen at the foot of the bed. She patted the bed next to her and Helen crawled onto the bed and up to the head of the bed. On the way her eyes went to the picture above the bed. The one showing Barb’s pussy lips and the two women’s hands with their wedding rings showing. Like she needed more stimulation, but that picture was just so right for this family. When she got to the head of the bed, Barb reached over and turned off the light next to the bed. It got dark. And it got quiet. The sounds outside seemed loud. They weren’t, the sounds in country aren’t. The sound of crickets, maybe a night bird, coyote in the distance, a small a****l maybe. But she realized it was quiet because she was holding her breath, wondering what, if anything, might happen.

She felt Barb roll onto her side, knew without looking that she was probably watching her in the faint light of the room. Then she felt a light touch to her chin and she was gently encouraged to turn her head. She saw Barb in the faint light, the moon indirectly casting light on the bed. She saw Barb’s naked body next her, felt her move, closing the small gap between them. She felt the woman’s bare skin of her leg against her own. Barb moved in, kissed her cheek, and dropped down to kiss her shoulder, Barb’s hand now on her stomach covered by the light fabric of her short nightgown. She felt the hand move up, up over her stomach, touching her lower ribs and still up further but only slightly. The hand stopped, stopped just short of the woman feeling her breast. Barb rolled against the young woman, fully with contact along their entire bodies. Barb raised a leg and rested it on the Helen’s. She pulled herself in tighter, pressing her naked pelvic mound into the naked thigh. Barb’s hand moving down Helen’s body, again onto her stomach, and further down. Yes … onto her bikini panties and her mound, then moving over to the thigh. The hand reaching as far as it could and then coming back on the inside, slowly, teasingly up the inside. Almost to her junction, almost to the wetness she knew was on the crotch of her panties. The hand stopped.

The hand stopped, but now she was kissed. Not on the cheek. Kissed on the lips, on the mouth. The kiss transformed into an open mouth, she felt a tongue come out and touch her lips. She parted them, just a little, but enough for the tongue to press inside, to find her teeth and her own tongue. She closed her lips over this invading tongue, then sucked on it. She moaned. Then she groaned. Then she moved her thigh, pressing it into the naked pussy pressing against her. She moaned, again.

Barb kissed again and then looked at the young woman. Neither of them spoke a word but both of them had shared several moans and gasps. Barb moved to her knees, staying at the side of the young woman. She bent down and kissed her lips, her nose, and her eyes. She looked into those same eyes, searching, probing. Seeing what she hoped was her answer she kiss Helen’s throat, her collar bone, breast bone. She ran her hands down Helen’s side to her hips, felt the bottom of her nightgown and moved it up a little. Barb leaned down, turning as she did, and kissed the exposed stomach above the panties. Moving the gown up further, she kissed her belly button and the space in between. The gown was moved up and the kisses followed. When the gown was to the underside of Helen’s breasts, she stopped, looked directly at the woman and for the first time since getting into bed, she whispered, “Are you okay with this, Helen? Since this afternoon I have wanted this.”

“God, yes, Barb. When you get to my panties, you will know how much I have wanted this, also.”

Barb only smiled and pulled the nightgown up to her shoulders and Helen did a sit-up and raised her arms at the same time and the gown was off and on the floor. Barb knelt there and looked at the woman in her bed. She glanced quickly from her breasts to her face. She was being watched but there appeared to be no nervousness, no hesitation remaining in her. She was ready for this. Barb reached out and cupped each breast and held them. She bent down and kissed each nipple, sucked on each nipple. Helen gasped at the kisses and moaned when they were sucked. Helen was nearly in heaven already. A pair of lips and a tongue on her nipples, kissing, sucking, tonguing them. She thought she might never feel this.

“I love your breasts and nipples, Helen.”

“They’re small.”

“Smaller, yes, but they are beautiful, dear. Truly, they are. They’re shape, firmness, the way the nipples harden and stick out. They feel so good in my mouth. How does my mouth feel on them?”

“Oh, Barb, it feels wonderful. But you know how it feels. But to me, after all this time, it is better than I could have imagined.”

Barb just smiled. She thought to herself that Helen had no idea if that was wonderful. She was not even close to being done with her tonight. From her breasts and nipples, Barb kissed, licked and sucked her way down Helen’s rib cage, over her stomach to the top of her panties. But she didn’t stop this time. She kissed down over the elastic top, down her pelvic bone to her mound and then she had to, wanted to, shift her position. She crawled down lower and pulled the leg open slowly and dipped her mouth back to mound. Then tilting her head she went between her legs and kissed, pressing harder into her panty cover sex. Helen’s hips raised and she groaned out loudly.

Barb knelt back up and looked into Helen’s face. When her eyes opened, she saw Barb looking at her, smiling at her. Helen’s mouth was slightly open and with Barb’s hand on her covered pussy, she moaned. Barb smiled, “You know yourself, dear. These panties are soaked through. I could suck out your juice from them and it would taste wonderful.” Helen groaned, again. Barb could see it on the woman’s face. The actions were having the effect, but the words were also. The very anticipation was playing a large role. She decided to go for it and let her have some relief. She lay next to Helen and kissed her but kept her hand at her pussy, staying outside her panties. Helen’s hips raised and Barb moved to the clit and pressed directly onto it, pressing it into her. Helen’s hips shot up, her back arched … and she cried out with her release.

Barb casually played with her breasts as she calmed down. “Oh … my … god! What do you people do to me?” She pulled Barb onto her and hugged her tightly. “It seemed like we hardly got started and you make me cum.”

Barb raised her head, “Helen, unless you are through, unless you don’t want to, as far as I was concerned, we did only get started.” Barb kissed her lips. “More?”

“God, yes!”

Barb knelt back up and went to Helen’s hips. She took hold of her panties and moved them down several inches and turned her head and looked at Helen. Helen just nodded. The panties came off. Barb stroked her hand up the inside of Helen’s thigh and didn’t stop or hesitate until she was cupping her naked pussy. She was completely wet and opened easily when Barb’s middle finger probed the inside of her lips. Just between them really, hardly any penetration at all. She rubbed her hand up and down the length of her lips, her middle finger just inside. She looked to Helen and smiled at her. “Are you still okay? Is this good for you? Should we continue or stop for this time?” Although she asked the question, her hand never stopped moving up and down. Teasing her, stimulating her. In her heart she already knew the answer, she just wanted to be sure.

“Barb! Please, yes, more. I want more. I want to know more, experience more. And …”

“And?” Barb was sure of what was coming next, what she wanted. She was ready to burst herself.

“I want to give back to you. I want to try to make you cum like you’ve done for me. This is all new but I want to learn and try. Can I? With you? Tonight?”

“Yes, dear, you can. We can take as much time as we want and sleep in as late as we want. Now, since this is all so new, I am guessing that you have never had your pussy eaten. So lay back and enjoy.” Barb moved between Helen’s legs and bent the knees and spread them apart wide. She lowered her mouth to the pussy in front of her and licked, flicking the clit in the process. Helen gasped out her reaction. Barb settled in with her mouth on the young woman’s virgin pussy and started licking and sucking and probing with her tongue. Helen’s hips were rising and falling until she used both hands and pushed Barbs head away.

“What’s wrong? Is something wrong?”

“God, Barb, no. That was divine. But I want to give to you, too. I don’t want to be the only recipient.”

Barb smiled. “That’s good, honey. Sex, good sex, is about sharing and giving. Mostly giving. If you focus on how to make your lover happy and satisfied, both of you will blow your minds. Now, you felt something of what I was doing. Take those feelings and experiment. Sex should be fun, playful, an experience and not just the same. Don’t be afraid to experiment but be sure to experiment with a lover you trust. Sex without trust and safety is dangerous. Okay?”

“Okay. That’s why Tim is so good isn’t it? He keeps situations, even challenges for Michele, safe so they can be enjoyed.”

“That’s exactly what I mean. Have you heard the term sexually of a ‘69’ position?”

“I’ve heard of it, but …”

“Okay, we’re going to do it. That way both of us can pleasure the other.” Barb lay on her back. “Kneel over my head so I can reach your juicy pussy.”

“Oh, then I can reach yours.” But Barb couldn’t respond further. Her mouth was smothered by a wet pussy.

Barb felt the young woman lie on her front, her pussy being probed by fingers. Then, “Oh my, somebody’s awfully wet.” Then a tongue on her lips. “Hmmmmmm, tasty, too. I’m going to like this.”

Soon, both women were squirming from the tongue and lip play on their pussies. Barb was so close to cumming and she just needed a little push to get over the edge. She also knew from all the indicators that Helen was just as close. So she took the initiative and hope that Helen would take the cue. She shifted her attention from the pussy lips on her mouth and found the clit, exposed by the excitement of the woman on top of her. She put her lips over it and sucked, hard. Then after a minute, she put her teeth on the sensitive nub and gently bit down. The younger woman screamed as she went into orgasm but pushed herself to duplicate the actions and Barb was now experiencing the same. She cried out and raised her hips up to meet the attentions from her new lover.

Helen collapsed on top of Barb and they both lay there gasping for air and waiting for their bodies to stop quivering. Barb opened her eyes and was greeted with the sight of a beautiful, wet, and spasming pussy just inches from her mouth. She reached out and kissed it. Helen rolled off her and lay on her back for a moment before turning around and falling alongside the older woman. She put her head on Barb’s shoulder and kissed it and sighed. “Thank you. That was wonderful. Again.”

Barb stroked her naked back down to her ass, “The pleasure was mine. Literally, it was mine. You made me feel wonderful.”

“Really? You’re not just saying that? It was good for you, too? Because it was again amazing for me.”

Barb kissed her forehead and hugged her tightly, “You made me cum, dear. It was wonderful. Thoroughly. Thank you.”

Helen reached down for the top sheet and pulled it up and over them. “Thank you. Barb? Can I tell you something?”

“Anything.”

“Is it okay if I tell you that I love you?” She didn’t raise her head or move. She just lay on Barb’s shoulder and idly stroked the woman’s breast while Barb stroked her back. “Not because of the sex, either. But I do. All of you. You’re like the family I never had.”

“A family you have sex with?”

“The sex is becoming great. Tonight was, wow. But even before, without the sex, you all have given me so much and expected so little.”

“Not true. We expect a lot from you. It’s just that you return it without issues.”

“So … it’s okay?”

“Yes, dear, it’s okay. Nobody is going to freak out. You know why?”

“Because you love me, too. I know that. I wanted you to know that I felt the same way.”

“We knew, honey. We knew.”

And they fell asleep that way, with cuddling, light kissing, and gentle stroking.

* * * CHAPTER 32: WEEKEND ENTERTAINMENT – THE WEEKEND CONTINUES will follow * * * Thanks for reading.