Honest to God, she was blushing. And speechless. “Well . . .oh, wow. Me oh my.”“Meet you after work?”“Absolutely.” That night we took a wa...k and talked. She said she was fine with moving slow, something about anticipation whetting the appetite. I sighed, relieved to have avoided the inevitable again but still dreading the moment of truth. She’d be hurt, probably even disgusted. I’d be fired, of course. I couldn’t even imagine the water cooler talk. Would I be a spurned lesbian? A manipulative. At this point, about all she could do was stay loose.Along in the afternoon, Scooter allowed as how maybe she ought to let Michelle get back to work, not that there seemed to be much for her to do, and headed over to the Burro to do her laundry. While the washers were churning, she sat and nursed a beer, a little surprised that Dan wasn't around; hopefully he was having fun.Things perked up a little when a guy she remembered vaguely from the spring came in. Apparently he couldn't remember her. I enjoyed talking with them the way I’d always enjoyed talking with my grandfather’s friends, much to my mom’s displeasure, though that was mostly because of the ‘coarse’ language I’d picked up from them. All of my conversations with my future in-laws had been in English, after they’d asked that first time, and it was quite clear that to them it was much more important that their granddaughter marry a faithful Orthodox man than marry someone to preserve Russian culture.“Would you like to hear a. "Very good, now if that dyke cunt of yours wants to cum, it better get you over here on your hands and knees. So that straight little mouth of yours can fuck my pussy and make me cum. You got that, bitch?" Victoria said. I said, "Yes," as I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled over between her legs.I didn't want to do this. I'd never licked a woman's pussy before, I'd never wanted to lick a woman's pussy before. As I put my mouth on her sex she said, "That's right whore, I want you to fuck.