KEEP MY PANTIES DOWN

As our bodies were touching from head to toe, our hands investigated the other’s body. The head and hair, the shoulders and back, the chest and

breasts and then further down, lower at the back, on the waist and then inside the waistbands.

Inside the tracksuit trousers, on the panty covered

bottoms, round the cheeks inside the flimsy garments and onto the squelchingly, erotic round softness of the other’s bottom.

We were sighing and moaning, grunting and groaning as sensation after new sensation washed over us and as more and more, we gave ourselves

into the bisexuality of making love with another woman.

It was actually...