But don’t let me dump my worries on you. Where are you?”“Back in my apartment. I’ve done my Christmas shopping.”“You’re early,” he sai....“I have to send all of it out of state. My family is splintered hither and yon, mostly yon. And where are you?”“I’m lying in my bed.”“I did call too late?” Diane asked. Heavens no! Not everybody went to work at the crack of dawn. Actually, six in the morning was earlier than dawn at this time of year.“Nah! I’m lying, fully dressed including shoes, on top of my. I am so ugly that I could make a train take a dirt road. I am so ugly that I have to sneak up on a toilet to take a crap. I am so ugly that the doctor slapped my mother when I was born. Those are just three of the many insults that my brother routinely hurled at me as I grew up. He was just two years older than me and was just being a typical brother, but because it was (and still is), true that I actually am ugly, he may have contributed to the shyness and bitterness and low self esteem that. Amy sit on my face so I can lick the cum out of you!!” Ms Clegg had a very hairy pussy, her juices were already dribbling into the hair as I opened her lips and pushed my tongue inside her, she tasted so sweet and her clit was so large, more like a nipple, I licked and sucked her pussy while listening to Amy moaning as she squatted on her face, the guys kept back slowly stroking their cocks back to life, we carried on licking until Ms Clegg climaxed, as her juices flooded out I was licking as. ..”Charley, “Ahh, my kind of girl...”Colette rushes to answer, almost overly assertive, “Oh no, I’m not a lesbian ... I just wanted to experience that ... Ermm ... Sensuality ... It was lovely, but a one-time only thing. Done it, move on...”Charley, “Anything else?”Colette thinks for a second, “I dressed up a little bit tarty, went out and let a couple of French sailors pick me up in a pub, then had a one-night-stand with them...” We look at her, wondering how she would scrub up in ‘tarty’.