Claire clearly saw my discomfort.“Come on, honey. Don't tell me you've never thought about kissing or stroking another girl before? Ah, no – I can...tell by your face that you haven't, Look, you're so innocent and sweet that it's almost a shame I have to say this, but would you like to have little experiment? Would you like to know how it feels to have another woman's hands on your body?”I nodded meekly, oddly turned on by Claire's words and the way she looked at me with lust in her eyes. A. I decided to join her and as I stumbled in she got up from the toilet and flushed it. She turned on the shower and stepped in as I took my turn peeing. I followed her in the shower and after we both did the finger tooth brushing thing we laughed at our common timing. She had a good sense of humor too, which I found very attractive. We washed our selves seperately but as soon as we were rinsed clean, I fucked her, bent over in the shower. Her tits were as perfect as her ass, as if someone had. In my moans, I didn’t listen his pleadings. He tried to push me down but I held both his hands at wrists on both sides. I closed his mouth with mine and carried on riding him. Soon my liquids began flowing and I moved down beside him, tired and exhausted.He held his dick between his legs with tears in his eyes.He said, “What did you just do? Why didn’t you listen to me?”I felt sorry for him, “I am sorry honey. You want me to do something for you?”He: “No. It’s enough Aunty.”I wore my clothes. And don’t worry about blowing it.” This was sounding better and better. $250 for one night put me more than halfway to paying the rent for next month. Jake signed off. Then a thought hit me. I did an internet search for “party entertainer.” The results were strange. I found clowns, magicians, hypnotists, comedians and a dozen other acts. The only one that seemed applicable to me was clown. At least that’s what my mother said I was, when she wasn’t calling me “asswipe.” The knock at the door.