Due to recent financial difficulties I’ve had to move into a small apartment over someone’s garage. I was in my early thirties and in decent shape for my age. The couple I was renting was a lesbian couple. Brittany was a tall athletic, brunette with small breasts. She recently encouraged me to work out with her. Meanwhile her lover Carol was about 5’ 2” curvy red head with D cup breasts. I often fantasized about them.
Brittany was thirty-five and since her family disapproved of her lifestyle it discouraged her from having much to do with them. Her only real family was a twelve year old girl she adopted, named Bailey. I thought the girl was cute, but did my best to put any bad thoughts out of my mind. She was short with dark brown hair and a body that was barely there.
Carol’s family didn’t mind she was gay. It was only when I came into their house when I heard the conversation that explained why.
“She never even told us who the father was,” said Carol. She leaned back on the couch in Brittany’s arms. They were both ready for bed. Brittany wore a tight white muscle shirt while Carol wore a night gown.
“Can you believe this her sister got pregnant when she was sixteen and wouldn’t tell anyone who the father was?” asked Brittany. She reached a hand into Carol’s nightgown and ran it up and down her boobs.