1. New Year's Names


    Date: 12/13/2015, Categories: First Time, Lesbian Sex, Author: griffen1, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    was very plain; the sales lady suggested a gold chain with it, but I don't wear jewelry. Besides, I sorta like the sever look. Humm, I guess I couldn't wear running shoes with silk. Do I have anything else? Ah loafers. Well, that'll have to do. Chris had called me a warrior. I laughed at the idea, but looking in the mirror I could just see a resemblance. Maybe a code warrior, although I didn't do much programming. I would like to though... OOPS, time to go. I stopped in the kitchen to feed and water the k**s, and I gave them a lecture on what they could and couldn't break. Well, maybe I was being a little foolish leaving the two of them free reign of the place, but it was too late to get a baby sitter. I put away the two glass things I really didn't want broken, and checked my computer covering the keyboard. I wonder what kind of havoc the two of them could wreck on the Internet? Well, the house was as kitten proof as I could make it in just a few minutes. I met Chris as she was leaving her apartment. She was carrying her coat so that I could appreciate her outfit. She had on a long flowing caftan shirt of black silk shot with gold threads. You could see hints of her beautiful body as she moved. Sort of like the moon playing hide and seek behind the clouds. I smiled my appreciation and bent over her hand. I wasn't sure what had come over me, maybe it was the pantsuit. But I was rewarded with the sight of both her dimples. The party was fun; I usually don't enjoy large ...
    crowds of people, but we both had friends there tonight. Besides, this was my first opportunity to dance with Chris. At midnight, we drank toasts to the New Year and kissed everyone in sight. And then I got to take Chris home. I opened the apartment door with some trepidation. The first thing we were greeted with was the sight of the two babies curled up together on the sofa. They looked exhausted. And they should be. A whole shelf of books was knocked out of the bookcase; two more of Cleo's knickknacks were broken (good); and they had gotten hold of a cassette (also Cleo's) and warped the tape three times around the table and chair legs before depositing the bulk of the tape in a Gordian Knot in the middle of the rug. Gosh, I didn't know a cassette held that much. Chris and I were both stifling laughs as we picked up the broken glass. I got a pair of scissors and attacked the tape Alexander-like. But the books could wait until morning. All in all, I decided that it was better to close the bedroom door. And we resolved to ignore any more crashes that night. For a while we just stood looking at each other in the dim light coming from the street lamp. I reached out and gently stroked the outlines of Chris's breasts. I smiled when I realized she hadn't worn a bra. She ran her hands up and down the rough silk of my shirt. Her hands found the buttons and she undid them one by one knowing that we were both enjoying the anticipation. I let the shirt slide off my shoulders and shuddered ...
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