Now it was my turn to touch and feel. I slid my hand off of Riley's hip and around to the front. Up. Up. Until I made contact with her breast... HER b...east?**** "What!!??!!" I said to June under the table. "What the fuck is that? You mean Riley is a GIRL?"**** "Of course she is. I told you this was my first sexual experience. Riley was my best girlfriend. We did everything together. Including, now, sex."**** "Well this is, uh, crazy. How the hell am I supposed to write a story if I don't even. She kept it up until I was rigid and ready.“You want to continue in my mouth or do you want my vagina?” she asked with a heavy, sensuous voice.“I want to fuck you”, I told her.She leaned back and let herself fall to the floor. That was when I realized that while she was sucking me, she had taken off her panties. She raised her legs up and putting her palms behind her knees, pulled them towards her. This left her pink, hair-covered cunt open to my.“I’m safe. Cum inside me.”I didnt need another. It was a baggy sweat shirt with the sleeves chopped off completely. Betty wore one of those when she wanted to hide the colt 1911.45 pistol’s handle in her butt holster. Her butt holster fit inside her waist band. She had the thin leather covered with one of the sweat shirt sleeves for comfort.Since I was in my navy blue fatigues, I wore my .38 colt detective special in and upside down shoulder holster. Anyone who saw me knew I was armed, Betty not so much.We took a table in the far corner.. I considered it a debt of gratitude because in all honesty if it wasn’t for them helping us out, we were literally up shit’s creek.My uncle staggered in the front door and went immediately to the ice box to get a fresh cold beer. None of the girls drank his beloved beer and I was strictly a “coke” man from the get-go. When I say, “coke”, I mean the cola variety and not the white powder crap the jigs up in Harlem used to make them feel like the lords of the universe. My mom was still in a state.