Peeking Over the Hedge: My First Threesome with the Lesbian Neighbors
Poolside. Their pool. Heart hammering like a drum in my chest. I’d prepped for an hour—shower, makeup trial after trial, bikini swaps. Felt like a teen on her first date. Nervous sweat beading despite the autumn sun. Rang the gate. Maryse opens, robe loose, tits bare underneath. Handed her my jar of cherries, voice shaky….