As Ann continued to kiss her 13-year old daughter, something strange began to happen. Ann felt like she didn't need to bend down as much to keep her lips on Cindy's. Was her daughter getting taller? As a matter of fact, she was. But she was also getting older. 14, 15, 16 ... 19, 20, 21 ... 24, 25, 26 ...
By the time Ann finally broke her kiss, needing to catch her breath, the person standing before her was no longer her daughter. That's a weird thought. Why would I think of Cindy as my daughter? That doesn't even make any sense, Ann thought. They were now, in fact, nearly the same age, in their mid-30's.
Cindy's eyes opened, feeling her mother's lips disconnecting from her own. Wait, did I just think of Ann as my mom? she thought. That was obviously messed up. After all, Ann wasn't her mother, or anyone's mother, not yet anyway. Ann was her wife. Cindy looked down at her hand, seeing the wedding ring there, and seeing a matching ring on Ann's hand. It was odd, but she had this strange feeling that something was different about them, but Ann didn't seem any different than usual, and Cindy herself was just as much the beautiful married lesbian she was just moments ago when they entered this place.
Speaking of the café ...
Cindy and her wife seemed to have stumbled onto a lesbian orgy in progress. But what a strange place to be having it, right?
