“Yeah, she’s a girl alright.”“Have you fucked her yet?” she asks, her tone indicating her interest.“Not yet,” he says. “That’s my di...emma. It’s all so new, and I have been trying to get over the newness of all of this.”“Have you at least licked her pussy?”He frowns. “Have you ever licked a girl’s pussy?”“Of course,” she says. “Well ... I’m always licking my friend’s, but never a dog. Unfortunately I have never had a friend with a girl dog.”“Care to try?” he offers, blurting out the first thing. .." she sputtered."Yes, he is," Nilsen agreed. "But it still doesn't matter." What do you mean, it doesn't matter?" she demanded. "He so much as made us out to be little more than ... property... ! fit only for marriage and probably birthing children! And if that wasn't a direct insult to Father..." I'm sure it was," he said with a chuckle. "But it still doesn't matter. We are going to be gone soon and with us will go a secret the likes of which he could never expect. I will admit I am somewhat. Alvin hired Willie the morning breakfast chef.” she said.“Oh my a chef, I might have to go to another diner,” I said.“Willie insists we call him Chef, even though he learned to cook on the county farm. While he was there doing a little time for non support of his children. They say he came out with a new skill, and a new attitude. That was ten years ago.”“Good for him,” I said. “And it was good to see you again. I know where to come to ask for advice.”“I heard that you bought Tom Sawyer’s lock. ” Thanks for saying that, by the way. As I continued kissing your friend, you started exploring my body, teasing my hard erect nipples with your finger tips. You then lifted up my shirt and took ownership of my breast, circling your tongue, biting so softly; sucking as if there was no tomorrow. As you were concentrating on my breast, your friend slid his hands down my slender side and then up my skirt. “Damn girl, this is not a skirt, there are shorts underneath.” “It’s called a skort, but.