All this talk about her sexuality, and how hard her mother was...(altering her perceptions) ... pushing her into accepting it after hardly any mention...of it in the first few formative years of her puberty was confusing her to no end.Gina shed her negligee and peeled off her damp panties. Her hairless labia glistened. She lifted her eyes and swept her gaze around the room.This was her world. She was more familiar with it than her own body. She spent a lot of time here in her own introspection. Then after a few seconds she added, ‘Would you like to join me? I think that I need some help to finish this champagne.’ ‘Delighted,’ I replied. I went over and sat down at her table, and she said, ‘ I must confess that I recognised you. You are the famous English writer James Brown, are you not?’ ‘Well, I don’t know about the ‘famous’ part, but I am James Brown, and I do write novels,’ I replied, trying to sound modest. She smiled, and then said, ‘I am the Contessa Juliette di Lombardi.’. For that was the tour that killed Crystal Passion. Literally. And, until Polly Tarantella championed her legacy after decades of obscurity, this was also the tour that killed off Crystal Passion’s music and pretty much all public memory of the woman who was, for me, not just a colleague, an inspiration and a muse, but also a close friend and, most important of all, my lover. You’d think—given the huge amount of attention now devoted to all things Crystal Passion—that our arrival in the United. . our wife, of course. I loved being married to so many women and having so many other lovers besides, naturally. They certainly didn’t act as if sharing me bothered them, either, especially not of late.As for Nydia, Cherry (my first wife, Nydia’s mother), Shelby, and her mother, the angel Marcy, well, they were now engaged in a lesbian foursome that kept their attention at least for now. Nydia’s mouth was on her mother’s asshole, while Cherry licked Shelby’s butt, Shelby rimmed her mother.