Two Sisters and a Dildo Part 2
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Janet eased the dildo from her vagina, and handed it to her mother, who wiped it clean on a tissue. Then the three of made their way downstairs, taking the toy with them. Soon the coffee was brewed, and they all sat together on the big couch in the living room. All three were a little apprehensive at what was to come, Deborah most of all.
The dildo sat on the low table in front of them - pink and threatening, its enormous knob-ends seeming to throb as they looked at it. Sarah laughed, nervously. "I knew about these things" she said, "It's just that I've never seen one close up before. And then, when I did, it just made me so ..."
"... horny." her mother finished off the conversation. "I must admit to feeling the same when I was given it ... but let me begin at the beginning ..."
She told them how, when the girls' father had left them "for that young bitch, only four years older than you were, Sarah" she felt devastated. "My life fell apart - but you know that, darlings!" She had almost given up the will to live, and had started drinking, going to the local club in the afternoons. "It was there that I met Joanne. She saw how upset I was and begged me to tell her what it was. She held my hand when I finished, and looked deep into my eyes. "Hers are beautiful - deep blue - and she was so compassionate. I invited her back here."
"And did it happen then?" asked Sarah.
Alice was silent for a time, and the girls realised she was remembering what had happened ...
Joanne was sitting so close to me on the cushioned bench in the corner of the club. The place was almost empty at that time in the afternoon, and the corner was away from the few people by the bar. I could feel the heat oif her body ... the softness, and the lovely perfume she was wearing was overwhelming. Sex was in the air and I felt quite dizzy with it.
"Once we had closed the front door it seemed to happen in an instant ... we were clutching each other, my body melting against her body, our tongues probing, entwining in hot wet mouths - and tears were running down my cheeks ... oh dralings that seems so melodramatic, and yet that was how it was.
