“Lucien, please eat my pussy exactly the way you’ve read about those men who love pussy and know all about making a woman come.”When I looked do...n at Leslie’s sexy ass as she knelt with her knees apart, I thought I would shoot my cum on her ass, before I could try my skills as a pussy eater. When I put my hands on her butt, she wiggled and opened her knees wider. I tried to remember all I’ve read in the dozens of stories. I decided to lick her butt first, then lick her pussy. I remembered one. The last nice boyfriend she had told her she looked cute chewing gum soshe had done it ever since. She shook her head, hearing a femininejangle. She smiled. It was a habit of hers. When ever she felt like shemight cry, remembering she was a girl made her feel comfortable in herown skin. She sighed confidently. She may have gotten there in a crazystrange order but she was finally ready to go the salon nonetheless.Grabbing her purse, which contained her wallet, lipstick, tissues, andtampons. When he turned and walked away, I knew I was suppose to follow him. We got the point where the bra racks were clearly evident, but he didn’t stop. He walked me to the middle of on of the rows, and finally spoke.“We’re surrounded by bras. Take your pick. Do you need anymore help?I so didn’t want him to leave, but he had to be as uncomfortable as I was in front of him, at least I had something to put in the bras. “Is there someone over here that can help me?”He looked over the rack toward the. "Mom, I know what to do. I know how to help you!" She exclaimed.I lifted my head up and looked at her. She was really excited about something."I know who Frank is, Tommy introduced us a while back and I know his girlfriend, I'm really good friends with her! She can help us! I mean, she's not his girlfriend anymore, they broke up a week ago. I know she can help us!"I felt a glimmer of hope that I just didn't want to let go... "What... what can she do?" I don't know, let me talk to her, I know we.