”Violette nodded with satisfaction and started walking towards the fitting room. Remembering something, she again approached Michelle and asked.“D... I smell like sex?”“A little, do you want me to help you with that?”“Yes, but later.”She then entered a different section of the store, aimed at VIP customers, and as soon as she saw Lucas following behind, Michelle noticed something and slowly nodded.‘She never brought a man here, and she’s taking him to the VIP fitting room ... I need to tell the. A couple of second latershe looked up and asked. "Would that be spelled B-i-l-l-y orB-i-l-l-i-e?"I felt just a sliver of panic at having to make a choice. "Umm, wouldthe second one be okay? That's the way I've always spelled it."She nodded and wrote what seemed to be more than just my name. "Ofcourse. It's your identity. Nobody gets to decide who you are but you.As far as your gender goes, would you prefer to be known as a boy, agirl, or some other identity?" Some other identity? What else is. Her cleavage looked incredible as she got to her feet and slowly began making her way towards me. I had to mentally check with myself to see if I was dreaming, she came closer and kissed me. Nope, definitely not dreaming.''What's going on?'' I asked her quietly, she kissed me again and then whispered into my ear, ''Haven't you heard?'' she asked, ''I'm supposed to be grieving.'' she told me as she began pulling at the waistband of my shorts.She dropped down to her knees and exposed my hardening. ‘It’s this place, John, especially the nude beach. So many hot bodies. It’s a bisexuals dream. Hell, even the overweight people look good to me.’ John and I laugh. Joan says, ‘Are you guys rested yet?’ We both yawn and say, ‘Yeah.’ Joan says, ‘Well, how about an oral threesome. I need to cum.’ John laughs and says, ‘Queen Of The Sluts.’ We all laugh. John and I begin to undress. Joan hits the shower to wash the sunblock off and when she comes back, she says, ‘Oral daisy chain!’ John and I.