You and I have gone through school together, through college together, was there to see me give birth to my lovely daughter, and we even moved into the same neighborhood together. You and me were as tight as any other friendship that lasted this long. We told each other everything, for the most part. From my failed marriage and now living with my college-enrolled, party-going, night-life daughter. So it was a surprise when you had seen me where I was.

Isabelle, my daughter, was a lesbian. I told you that before, shared with you my thoughts and how I accepted her without a problem. I even let her bring her girlfriends home or spend the night at their places as they please. What I didn't tell you is the picture that one of her friends texted me one night. It was Isabelle going into one of those run-down shacks with a neon light not too far from here. Yes, we lived in a bad neighborhood, but those places were for the lowest of the low, whores, prostitutes, drug dealers, and the like.

I wasn't sure what she was doing there and her friend wouldn't answer my texts or calls. As for why I have her number, that's another story. (We can expand further into that if you'd like). So one night, while Isabelle was sleeping over at her friend's house, I decided to take a look for myself. I know I shouldn't have, but I wanted answers. I put on my pair of gray sweat pants, a pair of black lace panties, a sports bra, and a tank top, and went down there myself.

What I didn't expect was to meet some 'bouncer' at the door, claiming that there was a fee for women to enter. I scoffed at it but still payed the $200 entry fee. *Did Isabelle also have to pay this fee?* I thought to myself before entering. As I entered, the smell of sex, sounds of moans, and the blatantness of it all are before my eyes. The door shuts right behind me as I'm there for the next 3 hours.

What I didn't expect even more was to have my picture taken while I was entering and for that person who took that picture to be standing at my door, almost like she was waiting for me to come back. And that person that didn't say a thing to me, that didn't warn me, that didn't think to yell out to me and rather take a pic, was no other than my best friend.

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Hey all! My name's Averi and I'm glad to have got your attention. In the scene we'd be two best friends who've known each other for the longest, had sleepovers, went to parties together, maybe even fucked or were apart of larger sexual encounters together and are now living across the street from each other. I'll be 36 in the story but have kept myself fit and in shape over the years, with the appearance of being in my late 20's.

I'm leaving up to you whether we've been in sexual encounters before, whether with each other or in threesomes/gangbangs.

In your first message, please put: Your Name, Age, Breast Size, and how you'd start us off!

Kinks (we dont have to include all) : Deepthroat, gangbangs, cheating, massive cocks, freeuse, casual sex, constant sex, impregnation, breeding, anal, non-con, aggressiveness/roughness, raceplay, reverse prostitution, marking/claiming etc.

Limits: Scat, snuff, blood, heavy abuse, heavy bdsm, etc.