“Why don't you go pick up a hooker on the streets, if that's what you want”. I would tell her “no honey, I want one woman and that's you however...I want you to be many types of lovers” but I never could get her thinking sex was not dirty. So in a way this is all her fault !!! She got this attitude from her mom. So conservative, a single mom working or sleeping her way through the ranks of IBM. A stuck up cunt of the highest order, she tried to separate herself from her incest infested, white. That was when Cynthia kissed Janet and then started to eat her pussy out. The guys watched the girls make out for the next two hours. Cynthia kissed Janet, sucked her nipples, and licked her pussy. Then Cynthia got out the double-ended dildo that she had put in her suitcase. Then the two girls shared it in every way imaginable, in their mouths, in their pussies, and even in their assholes.Cynthia came to the realization that she was more lesbian than bisexual. She had never really been all that. May I cum, Mistress? Please, please, I need it. It was so hot licking your yummy pussy and drinking your piss!”SMACK!Her back arched, her butt-cheeks jiggling. My pussy clenched, my clit throbbing. “Cum, you fucking dyke-whore!”“Mistress!” she moaned in gratitude.Her body heaved. The bed squeaked as she slammed her pussy back over and over on the dildo. She kept fucking her cumming snatch on it, gasping and moaning. I seized my nipples, rolling them, loving the extra sensations shooting through. Was it possible that they were farther out than they were when she caught up with the boy? Gwen fought the fear that welled up inside and began swimming harder. Her arms and legs felt like lead when she next risked a peek over her shoulder. She had gained nothing! She was exhausted, and her limbs refused to follow her commands. For the first time, she began to consider the possibility that she would not make it back to shore. She looked at the boy watching her and knew she couldn’t give up..