In the early 70’s I was making a decent living…she understood that alright. Between that and the stipend from Roger; I was doing ok for someone wh... only worked at night and only for (most of the time) four to six hours. I had my girlfriends who had helped with that or; it would have been rougher to get started in the ‘trade’. We all need friends at times. In the end all of us ‘sissies’ ‘sluts’ all started about the same. It seems that most of us were pretty young the first time. Many of us. Wow. That's when it hit me.In fifteen minutes, there was a fifty/fifty chance that my own mother was going to blow me.I'd seen Beverly suck her son Jordan six feet away from me, but now that I was forced to picture myself in that scenario, I thought my head would explode. It seemed so wrong, so ... taboo, and yet, I almost WANTED it to happen, like it could be the hottest thing in the world. It was just like the charged feeling I had gotten with Kim and, to a lesser extent, Catalina. Three. Kimberly started to remove her gown, but I urged her to leave it on. There is something hot about her having her clothes own, something that makes me hotter then fully naked. So she pulled her boobs out, which were amazing to look at. They were big, and voluptuous. Kimberly moved on top of my cock, and I felt her slowly guide her pussy on top of it. Kimberly right off the bat was riding me fucking hard. It in turned had me grabbing her hips to build a hard fast fuck with her. Oh my her pussy. After the obligatory girl with girl trip to the Ladies Room we left therestaurant and strolled, slightly tipsy on our heels, back to ourapartments. We walked hand in hand, swinging our arms and thrusting ourbreasts. That was how women walked with each other in Paris. Her handfelt good in mine. It was nice to see my Rustic Rose nails intertwinedwith her Passionate Scarlet.It was not a long walk home. The evening was perfect. A slight breezeruffled my skirt and made the slightest goosebumps on my.