I relished how my embellished fingers held the fragile stemware. My hairmoved across my bare back and neck as I lifted the glass high into theair, the...contents draining down my elevated throat. The earrings swungwith the sudden urge of the fermented grapes. I loved how my lips stuckslightly with the waxy lipstick trying to gain purchase on the glass. Idid enjoy being a woman. I did not believe men knew what they weremissing.Victor came back into the living room. He had changed from his. So I decided to do my part to help the cause by becoming completely pussy free. I quit even trying to get any pussy. I always got turned down anyway so doing without it was no big deal to me.Then I started trying to convince the ladies instead to just let me eat that pussy for them. No dick, just tongue. I had better luck with this because several said, sure why not. This allowed me to imagine that she had just fucked a Black Man and he had cum in her, while I was licking her sweet pussy. This. I did as he said, and Camille murmured encouragingly as I feasted on her flesh like some Mingrelian vampire from the penny dreadfuls. She started to pant, and her face was reddened when I looked up from my work. Just a moment more,’ she said breathlessly, ‘quick, with your finger, press my little button against the bone and rub hard…’ After that, all was moaning and panting until, with a little shriek, she relaxed, leaving my hands and face wet. I felt as proud as if I had climbed a mountain.. So I cupped my hand over her mouth again to get my thoughts in order. "Okay Mom, You can see Kelly once you've serviced me this morning as all mothers should!" I explained and then took my hand away again. Instead of bursting out in a torrent of questions again, My Mother began calculating as she stared into my eyes. I stared back, gazing deeply into my Mother's beautiful aquamarine irises as I lusted after her. "Yes, Sir," sighed My Mother, half-heartedly. She was obviously going to need some.