She turned around to offer it to him. But she was still so close! Instead of reaching for the zipper, he put both arms around her, each hand cupping a...small breast, soft, soft. Then he felt the nipples stiffen, and she sighed, throwing her head back, leaning back against him, putting her hands on his."Stop!" she said. "I am fending you off, weakly. Undress me!"He obeyed. The zipper came down smoothly to a point below her waist. Heslipped the slim shoulder straps of the dress down her arms, then. ‘Sorry, it’s just—’ She squeezed his hand harder as she moaned. ‘I don’t think I can hold back anymore, baby. It’s so fucking good. I’ve never felt anything like this.’ ‘Just try, honey.’ Tom rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, trying to use that contact to remind her who she loved. She continued babbling in her fits of pleasure, her words degenerating into grunts. No one could try hard enough – it was like trying to block an overflowing dam with nothing but your bare hands. ‘I’m. We’re bringing this to the homeless.’ Eleanor had already suspected what Billie wanted to do. The girl’s compassion for those less fortunate was a well-known fact amongst her friends. ‘I like how you think, Billie Sanders. My car or yours?’ ‘Well, I was thinking we could go to the park. According to the news reports, that’s where the largest number of the cities’ homeless congregate in the evening. If we take your car, we could open the hatch and distribute the food that way. With my car, we. That makes it easier. Our special friend in this story was a girl who loved to do her own performances, not lip-syncing but doing imitations of the goddesses of these girls; Madonna, Cher, Liza, and, of course Judy. She did it so well the clientele grew. And she was never alone after the performances. If one of her compatriots didn't want to go out and have some fun, then a patron would. And every evening ended in the massive blow-jobs and cock-sucking they all loved. Our friend had learned.