I was fully awake now, and yet the voice and presence were still here. "A Lesbian doesn't knock up two women, thanks." You don't believe me?" Lesley's...voice became slightly mocking. It had taken on that infuriating ton of a woman who knew a secret and yet wouldn't share."You know I don't. I'm with two girls thanks to a bit of your help, ok, great, but I'm NOT going to seduce a scared girl like Courtney so you can..." That's not what I want." Lesley cut off my rant with a short staccato handful. Suck it! Kiss it! Suck her nipple! the crowd ordered. The strangers mouth hesitated at the jutting nubbin, and licked around it, wetting the shirt over Katies pink areola. The young girl forgot herself, she arched her back, pushing her tit forward, yearning for the release of a good suck. The nuzzling mouth never left Katie. It circled her nipple, tickling and teasing, then slipped the hard tip inside and began to suckle through the silky fabric. Katie inhaled sharply. The strangers mouth. Chrissy, without hesitation, walked over to her, took her hand, and pushed it down her pants. “Well, tell everyone what am I, dear?” Somewhat embarrassed, the gurl declared, “She’s a man.” As the group laughed, Chrissy smiled and gave her a big kiss. Then she said, “And maybe a lesbian, too.” It was a great ice breaker. The reception area was buzzing with conversation. Everyone seemed comfortable. I almost hated to announce we were serving dinner in the dining room. At the same time, a few men. Again Vicky shivered with longing to have a cock of her own that she could plunge into that silken heaven of Celeste’s love canal. In one slow, fluid movement, Celeste lowered herself all the way down; crying out softly into Vicky’s shoulder as Bob’s curved length touched down on her G-Spot. “Oh, God, I think I’m going to come,” she husked in Vicky’s ear. “Back off an inch,” Vicky whispered urgently, lifting Celeste at the waist. Celeste’s green eyes flashed from one form of startled surprise.