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Although I have been with several women during my over forty years, including my first childish exploration with my best friend; I have only had what I would consider a couple of lesbian experience. The reason I make this seemingly meaningless distinction is that for the most part all of my experiences with women have been about entertaining men; either theirs or mine. Yet in keeping with those first fumbling explorations when I was young, I have on a couple of occasions deepened my friendship by sharing sexual intimacy as well.

It may seem funny, but just as I have a type of men that attract me (dark black, stocky and shaved heads); I also have a certain type of women. My friends and lovers have always been a tad overweight with long dark hair and absolutely huge breasts. My jest about that is that I want to be able to suffocate happily between their tits. Joy was no different.

I had met her through a guy that I was dating at the time. In fact, she was the only good thing that came out of that two month encounter. From the moment he introduced us, we became good friends. The best thing about her was that like me she analyzed and examined all of her actions and reactions for their root causes and hidden agendas. I have met only a handful of people during my life with such an open and honest self exploration. When many women shared friendships centered on shopping, pampering trips to the salon or long lunches, ours often featured hours long conversations about how our childhood experiences were affecting our current relationships. In many ways, it was for us both like having a trusted therapist…without the cost and perhaps with a great deal more openness and honesty.

Our casino şirketleri first sexual experimentation was for the benefit of her ‘boyfriend.’ I use quotes because she did not have any strong emotional ties to him such as would befit such a familiar term. He was merely the person that she saw and screwed at the moment. He bought a special three-day package in Las Vegas over the long Labour Day weekend. She did not really want to be alone with him for that whole time, so she invited me as well.

They room had huge sunken tub that was definitely large enough for two. And two was what it had that first night: Joy and I. As her friend played with his latest expensive toy, a new video camera, we climbed together into that sunken tub. Those breasts were definitely the type that floated on the water. I remember the thrill of touching them. Joy’s breasts were particularly sensitive. We kissed too. I have to say that other than my husband all of my best kisses have always been with other women. Perhaps that is one area where the intimacy and softness of another woman is difficult to match. I actually still have a copy of that tape; and last I heard so did Joy.

Later on we played similar games for more than one of my lovers, including the hilarious time that she thought my lover had torn off a piece of her tonsils during a blowjob. I, of course, knew better simply because his cock was not large enough to reach anyone’s tonsils let alone tear them. For the most part it was simply a game that we played for the men in our lives; since most men have the fantasy of two women at once. But the analytical part of our minds were always amazed that few men actually knew what casino firmaları to do in the situation. In fact in the two years we played that game, few would more accurately be described as none of the half a dozen or so that we gifted with those special performances.

But actually the experience that I will always remember was the one without an audience. We had discovered a joint that my then roommate had left in the bathroom. I was actually moving out in a few days into my own studio apartment and that joint had been there since I had moved in three months before. So we figured it was unlikely that he would notice it missing since he had most likely long since forgotten its existence. So we sat on the large futon mattress that served as my bed at the time and lit the joint. Now while we were both somewhat regular drinkers at the time, we were not accustomed to drugs: any drugs, even marijuana. So it had a profound effect on our systems. We got silly; laughing and giggling about the least little thing.

We started to talk about that first time, months earlier in Las Vegas. The drug was also making us incredibly horny and lowering our inhibitions. I think the reason that we had not acted upon our feelings before was because neither of us wanted to consider that we might be truly bi-sexual; let alone lesbian. But the drugs were washing away those reservations as we began to kiss slowly. Joy has spectacular lips: so soft and full. She also knows how to use them; her kisses deep, sweet and never too wet. We must have kissed for five minutes or more.

Of course, I simply had to touch those breasts. If I were a man, there is no doubt: I would be the biggest tit man on the güvenilir casino planet. Now Joy’s breasts are so large that it is virtually impossible for her to find a bra that does not look like some industrial strength ‘boulder holder’ as she called them. The one that she wore this night was no different: plain white cotton with wide straps and an underwire. It did not matter to me; it was what was inside that held my fascination, those 44E creamy white tits. I released the clasp on the back. Where a normal bra is held together with two or perhaps three hooks and eyes, these things relied upon six to support the weight. I am not sure how any man unfamiliar with the workings of female lingerie would ever manage to successfully open such a clasp.

When I pushed the offensive material aside, my hands came up to cup and tenderly weigh them. I am sure that my eyes had the same brightness of a child on Christmas morning. I spent a long time just touching, licking and sucking those breasts. I actually mimicked my words; burying my face between the twin globes and inhaling deeply. At that moment, I was so content that I could have died happily; smothered between those huge white tits.

Unfortunately, the joint ran out and so too did our courage. It would make a better story of course if I had continued the play until she opened her soft thighs inviting me to once again taste that sweet pussy. But as I said, we both had this hang up that eating pussy without a man watching would somehow make us lesbians. So instead we shared an amazingly erotic evening of kissing, touching and playing without fully consummating the act. We finally fell asleep a couple of hours later in one another’s arms. That in itself was an unusually intimate act at a time in my life when I rarely allowed lovers to actually sleep in my bed; and never cuddled with anyone. But then again Joy always was a special friend; she still is.

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