She said that she did not know what to do with another woman and I cradled her in my arms comforting just like I had always done. Now I still had my b...throbe wrapped around my top and I know it was gently slipping down as she was slipping down as well, we were both sat on the bed cradling each other and I knew dam well I was getting turned on by her touch she was actually cradling one of my breasts in her mouth like a feeding piglet would. It felt so good I continued to let her feed as I sat. She was heaven on earth. I went over to the bathroom and shaved. My angel always wanted her man clean-shaven before going down on her. I respected her wishes. As I gazed into the mirror at myself I thought how lucky a guy I was. It was me who had this naked goddess just a few feet away. I was the luckiest guy on earth. The electric razor removed the whiskers from my face and the aftershave lotion she bought especially for me I applied generously. Everything I could do that could add one ounce. Call it a case of familiarity breeds contempt, but Delia’s constant supervision of Leila wore on the friendship and changed the bond between them. Delia increasingly saw Leila as unredeemable. While Leila got better as a housekeeper and could be counted on to baby-sit while Delia and Nathan went out on dates, Leila would not stop using. She was expected to pay a modest $500 a month in rent and Nathan’s study was converted into a guestroom. But Leila kept blowing her money on coke and coming up. Can’t you point out a girl without a bloody great hunk of a fellah in tow for a change?”“Hell I only want to look at her not shag her!”“Well your gaydar needs some fine tuning. So far every girl you’ve pointed out to me has either had the boyfriend in tow or been a prostitute!”“Well how the hell do you tell the difference anyway?”Sarah scratched her head. “To be honest I’m not sure. Oh sometimes it’s obvious. I mean you could tell Charmaine was gay straight away but a lot of the times gay girls.