Direct connection to normality. I said so.“I like normality with you, little girl,” Jay said.“Well, we got it, babe,” I countered. “Both of ...s working...”“And we’re quite comfortable, I think. My salary will take care of us and we sock a chunk of it away, and your salary...”“Save all of it. When this job’s over - you and I do something special. Might go count kangaroos or something.”“Polar bears,” he countered. “By the time summer’s over, I’ll be pretty much sunshined out.”“That’s a thought,” I. Mitch called him a traitor but I can tell it was just teasing the two of us, probably me more than the dog since Blackie wouldn’t understand the teasing.Over the next nights, I try to give myself to him. “Sir, I ….” “No.” Ugh, I said ‘sir’! The next night, “I … want you to have me …” “No.” What? Refused? I didn’t use ‘sir’ that time. The next night, “You have been so good to me, I want you to take me to your bed and have me.” “No.” Again? Do I repulse him and he is only being nice to me, but. She was dressed in a cotton floral print summer dress that reached to just above her knees, and had a square neck that threatened, but didn’t quite deliver on, a glimpse of her small firm breasts.“You like?” she asked, giving me a twirl.“I like,” I responded.“Come on then, let’s go, Mike has gone to pick his date up, so he’ll meet us there”“Okay, let’s go,” I held the door open and she left the house, followed by me.As we rounded the corner, she took hold of my hand, and we walked the five. Tracey had never experimented with this sexual position of mutual oral sex before. Blow jobs usually just led to fucking. No blokes, until she’d come to Buggery, had ever shown any interest in putting their tongues to her cunt. Perhaps it was the smell of fish and piss that put them off, she wondered. But now this wonderful woman with a supermodel body was tonguing her liked she’d never been tongued before, and as she climaxed urgently, passionately, and loudly, she knew that her own.