I remembered that I had brought Ida's dildo along with me in my backpack. I wondered how kinky Janet would get with another girl..I could see she had ...o hesitation getting into sex with men, gay and straight. "Janet, do you eat pussy? Do like your pussy done that way?" Oh Sylvia, is that what is on your mind? Cool! I like men and women the same, but women eat pussy better, that's what I think... "Let's go in another room for a while. I know we should be out here at the party, but I really want. I looked down to examine the girl that lay before me. The back of her bikini bottoms was, if anything, even smaller and more revealing than the front. A tiny black triangle connected to the front by what was little more than a length of thin string. Lurking in the cleft of her arse cheeks I could just make out the pucker of her anus and beyond it the hint of her pussy. Was I deceiving myself, but could I see a trace of moisture? I place a hand across her cheeks and stroked gently, holding her. On our trip back, the only comfort I gave her about Vietnam was to tell her that her love had been there long enough to have passed the most dangerous time. I only really talked about Vietnam with Thornton, and then only after we'd had enough drinks to be drunk.We ended talking by her telling me that Jeanette was doing well. She suggested I recline the seat and get some rest.I reclined the seat and thought about Dorothy. I wasn't sure how to best handle the situation. Actually, I felt clueless.. The sight of her nearly took his breath away, and for a moment he forgot all about what he was doing, let alone what he might have said.Tall, dark shoulder length hair, piercing blue eyes with a smile that showed off her flawless perfect white teeth. She wore a women's business suit, obviously some sort of professional. And though it conservatively hid her femininity, there was no denying she had a body to match hidden beneath the suit she was wearing."You do this for a living?" she asked still.