But what do I know? By the time the ladies were finally ready, I wanted to stay in the hotel room. I had taken my shower, thrown on my clothes (sligh...ly the worse for wear), and I was ready. I didn’t have to fix my makeup or my hair. All of a sudden I had two absolutely gorgeous women ready to go to dinner. It was very odd, because they were dressed exactly the same. Their clothes, their hair, their shoes, everything was identical. I was uncomfortable about something so I thought I would. "You made me cum hard in the restaurant," Lesa said. "Now it's time to return the favor."With that, Lesa quickly unbuckled my belt and opened my trousers and then pulled down the fly with her teeth. My erect cock sprang out, slapping Lesa in the face as its act of freedom. "I am going to suck your cock dry," exclaimed Lesa. "I am going to make sure you cum buckets. I want to taste your cum. I want it on my face, my titties, and my hair. I want to see that white cum coating my slutty black. There's a lot going on." She was quiet for a second as she glanced away and groped for the proper words to describe what she had seen. "I think that the colors that represent emotions occur in a dancing pattern surrounding a person's body, and that they change so frequently they appear to be flickering. When we look at Alex, that's all we can see as everything else is washed out. But in other people, we see more stable, less ... transient colors over their body—the parts of Alex that we can't. Also in her memory were images of the dark bush between those legs, brief glimpses of which told her some time ago that the younger woman wasn't a natural blond."Earth to Paulette," Greer repeated for the second time, finally getting the other woman's attention."What?" Paulette said, roused from her musings."You looked like you were somewhere else for a minute," Greer said.Looking out the front window, Paulette realized that they already back in the parking lot and in their assigned spot. She.