“Now he can’t walk, nor unfasten his hands.” Emma said emphatically. “I’m off to the kitchen to prepare our evening meal. Julia – he’s all yours.”Emma left the room. What did she mean by her last remark?Julia sat down beside me.“We need to talk,” she said. “But first…”She kissed me; not a peck but a proper lingering kiss. Her arms wound around my neck and her tongue insinuated itself into my mouth. I couldn’t help responding. She straddled my legs, her knees either side of me. Her blonde hair fell against both of my cheeks as her kiss forced my head backwards. When the kiss ended both of us were short of breath. Julia leant her covered breasts against my naked shoulders. Her erect nipples were obvious. I had to look up to see her face.“I’m not letting you go that easily. You are not going to drive me home and walk out of my life. I want you. Thanks to Emma I have you where I want you.”I might have answered but she pulled up her T-shirt and pressed my head into her cleavage. My face. Just run up to the front door. It’s almost dark and no one’s watching and I’ll be right there.” Sarah gets out on her side, carrying the clothes. Before she closes the door she calls “I’m about to go inside. Hurry up. You don’t want to spend the night out in the car, do you?”Mariah gets out of the car and runs, bent over and trying to hide herself, to the front door where she has to wait for Sarah. She presses herself into a corner. Sarah comes to the door and pinches her bottom. “Turn around and face me. I’ll block the view so no one can see. Then give me a kiss.”“No. I’m not going to kiss another girl.”“That’s the price to come inside. I’m going inside, and you can stay out here. Ring the bells when you’re ready to kiss me and come in.”Mariah’s face shows panic. “Wait! Okay.” She turns, and Sarah pushes her body against Mariah’s. Mariah gives her a brief kiss on the lips.“Is that all I get? I want a kiss like you give to Robert. You’re going to have to really convince me that you.
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