Big time!"I'm ready, Gwen," she announced last night, as I was reading BeeboBrinker, a lesbian pulp fiction novel by Ann Bannon. Infamous in its time(...ut rather tame by today's standards), the novel, according to the blurbon its front cover, which features a full-color illustration of theprotagonist herself wearing a blazer, a pencil skirt, and sensible heels,as she stands, looking gorgeous but forlorn, under a streetlamp on GayStreet, holding a ratty wicker suitcase, concerns "a lost,. With laughing eyes recall those words that were written as well as those songs that were sung, we played for pride in all things with no compromise or quarter given, and never believed those moments would ever end. So never be afraid and take those lessons I gave you along with those that were well learned to wherever you may roam. We charged our glasses and held them high and tried to reach for the skies in the crimson light of the setting sun's dark light. And now it seems I don’t need this. Briefly I whip your arse with the thin cane again, you moan but know better than to tell me to stop, or to say anything for that matter. Bending your legs back towards your head I tie rope between your ankles and onto the ring at the top of your hood. I keep pulling until your feet are only inches from your head. Your mouth is now in the perfect position."Open wide bitch" I order and you feel my rigid cock slide into your mouth."suck me,make me cum" I do not move as you work your tongue over my. We started a slow, deep fuck that gradually picked up speed and intensity until we were banging away with slapping and squishing sounds. We came at about the same time, and as our bodies relaxed we lay on the floor, pretty limp, wrapped in a tangle of arms and legs and gasping for air. I pulled my face back enough to look eye to eye with Tammy, and started to say something, just as she did the same thing. We both stopped, and I said, ‘Go ahead.’ ‘No, you go first.’ ‘All right. That was.