Spying on Lesbians in the Garage

All characters engaging in sexual acts are over 18 years of age. Mum always got drunk at weddings, this time it was her second cousin or something. It was a few weeks after my 20th birthday. I actually still didn't know the bride's name, but we were on the way home, giggling drunk, so it didn't matter now. I'm an only child, dad left before I was born. It's always been mum and me. I'm Danny, tall, shy, awkward, and a little weird, many would say. I always saw mum as friend as well as parent, I've been closer to her than any other human being. She's Elizabeth, medium height, light brown hair like mine, hers is long and curly at the ends. I've always been fascinated by her body: slim thighs, generous hips, tight bum, and neat, tight breasts that would fill a large man's hands. In our inebriated state, I was telling her just that: "Seriously mum, in that dress you're as hot as any of them." Long, slinky, navy blue, low-cut, tight...

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Editor's Note- this is a continuation of the previous story. If you did not read Chapter 03, please do so. I woke first. After the most sensual but intense sexual experience of my life, my mind seemed foggy but my heart was full. I could not help but take a minute to just stare at Morgan. She had a softness in her smile that told me she was dreaming special dreams. I gently climbed out of bed and jumped in the shower, excited for the day's activities. We had a fun day planned and I could not wait to spend my day with Morgan. I snuck out of the bathroom, clean but still naked wondering if she would be waiting for me. To my dismay, she was still asleep so I threw on my robe and decided to head to the balcony so that I would not wake her. As I headed out the door I discovered the note that Chloe left for us. The note said: "Thank you for an amazing 2 days. Same time, same place, next year (asking for a friend)?" I smiled and made my way onto the balcony. The sun was sh

All of the actresses and characters in this story are at least 18. I like to ask girls about their first lesbian experience and use it as the starting point for some of my stories. Episode 59: Spying on Lesbians in the Garage. (Based on a true, first-time lesbian story) Two young women in their 20s are walking in a mall parking garage. They're both carrying some bags and just chatting about nothing in particular. Anita is wearing jean shorts and a t-shirt that comes midway down her top. Leslye is wearing a simple blouse and a skirt that ends just above her knees. Leslye stops abruptly. "Shh! Anita, look at that," Over in the distance we see two girls — likely high school girls or college Freshmen — leaning against a car and kissing seriously. "Oh, I see. Let's not bother them." She starts to continue towards their car but Leslye is still watching them. "Leslye, what are you doing." "Shh! I don't know. I'm just ... I don't know .,.