”“Pussy and mouth,” I said bluntly. “I know what they are. You can call them by name.”“Yeah, okay. Pussy and mouth,” he said. “But eve... then, she doesn’t swallow.”“Yeah, I know,” I said. He looked up, and I shrugged. “Kendall told me. You know how it is.”He nodded. After all, he’d learned that I was a nudist from Abby.“Do you think it’s just a matter of her being shy?” I asked.“That’s some of it,” he said, “but she’s more conservative than me.” He snorted. “She’s a lot more conservative than. Today she stood, looking over her shoulder at him. And his mood darkened. He strode into the kitchen, grasping her shoulders, spinning her body suddenly. His eyes searched her face, and cool blue eyes gazed back. He asked why she did not greet him as she should, and her caustic reply was that he was not worthy of her 'gift'. At times he never knew if this was a test she presented him. But this day he cared not. His hand flashed out and struck her soundly across her cheek. Snapping back her. I saw a red-haired black woman kiss him goodbye as he left. There was aflashy gold Cadillac parked in one of the slots, and as Kaye returned toour van, I saw a brightly-dressed black man saunter over to it, polishone of his many finger rings on a velvet lapel of his coat, and driveoff."Kaye!" I squeaked as we pulled up to an empty unit, "This place is fullof hookers!" That's right, Honey," Kaye said evenly, climbing out and pulling herbags from the van. "I used to be one myself, just for a. In my fertile mind I was thinking that bi means two and that she wanted sex with two men at once, one of my few remaining fantasies. I went to their home and she greeted me at the door wearing a see thru teddy that left nothing to my imagination. I had to watch her fine ass as she led me to their "Playroom!" There was a king size bed in the middle and a couch and matching chair with a large screen TV. Her husband was sitting on the couch in his boxers and was watching TV. I.