My girlfriend Donna and I had just returned in her car from a night out in Milwaukee with the girls. As Donna pulled into my driveway, I could see that my husband wasn’t home yet.

Donna and I were sitting in the car talking for a while when she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I quickly pulled back and said, “Donna, I think maybe you’ve had a little too much to drink.”

“I’m sorry,” Donna said. “I don’t know why I did that. Please don’t be mad at me.”

I was shocked — not by what Donna did, but by what I’d felt when Donna pressed her lips to mine. As a warm, wonderful tingling flowed into my twat, I told Donna I wasn’t mad at her. Then I told her I wouldn’t mind if she kissed me again. This time, when she put... Read More