This causes a defeated smile to appear on Bette’s face. I did. I had a lot of doubts. His voice resounds inside of her head. “Hi! I notice you are here with a few girlfriends. I hope they don’t mind if I buy their pretty friend a drink?”

The tone in his voice was sweet. He was very much the gentleman. Bette’s eyes scanned his and immediately felt at ease. At the same time, an electric spark was never really there and yet. In a lot of ways, she tried to force one to happen, especially inside of their bedroom. It surely, didn’t have that volcanic explosion to it. I kept on, and tried to look and tried harder and it never seemed to make me want more. I almost felt like I had lived someone else’s life, those eight years. I literally, felt diminished into a pile of rubble. I stride to see, what he thought he saw in our life and I couldn’t find it. The sex was mediocre at best. Tina’s eyes began to mist.

“I can’t hear about that please. I need to be spared that information okay?” This proclamation made Bette tear up.

“God, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to spill that bit of information. If it makes you feel any better sweetheart. It wouldn’t or ever will compare to what you and I share in our bedroom. I swear it. I don’t even miss him. I swear it. I am all 100% lesbian. I promise.”

A few tears fell off of Tina’s nose. Porter drapes it off with just a touch of the thumb.

“I mean it honey. I fell hard when I met you. I thought, life was one mediocre ride and then you showed me different. I was forced into either going after what I truly wanted in love, or stay in a loveless shell of a marriage and you know what?” “What?” Tee retorted rather quickly. Her whole entire body spasms as those shapely breasts drape on-top of hers.

“No one can make me this wet.” That slender finger, of vanilla travels down that mocha-pathway towards heaven. It ripples up and down in singular motions of erotica. The abdomen presses against the nakedness that is Tina Kennard.