I was wearing my hair in a Veronica Lake style, long, blonde and falling over one eye. I supped my vodka tonic and took a cigarette from the pack on ...he bar. I started to look through my purse, long red nails clawing to find my lighter. I saw a light and I looked up to see the gorgeous creature who was offering a lit, gold Dunhill lighter.I lit my cigarette, and looked into their eyes. Deep and blue, with a cropped haircut, wool jacket and leather jeans. I smiled and hoped that I hadn't. Now I don't want to open my eyes. But now Ican. The face, an angel face, I die, wait! I know her, thebrunette, the hooker, now she is relieved, she says:"Sheet Sheila, you scared me!"Sheila? I am not Sheila, I look to my chest, pink shirt, alight-blue heart deformed by the... yep, the tits, the bigtits, I must be Sheila, but how?? What can I say for thehooker angel face?"Hi!" I said in a voice that is really not mine, so sharp,very soft, almost a little girl voice.She is mad, "Fuck you Sheila,. He sat up and looked at me with a confused look.‘Get all of your clothes off and lay down on your back on the bed.’ I said to him as I stood up, giving him the space to maneuver around me to get to the bed. As soon as he was in position I climbed on top of him and swung my leg over his head, putting us in the 69 position. He greedily pulled my body down to return his skilled mouth to my pussy, licking all of my wetness into his mouth. I bent over, pressing my chest against his abs and started. " I was moaning continuously at this point and I could tell she was enjoying it too. She fully laid on top of me without separating our pussies. Our boobs pushed together and she rested her head in my neck. Combined with the feeling of our clits clashing together and the warmth of her body, I felt my orgasm about to explode. With her head in my neck, she quietly moaned "Fuck" under her breath which send me over the edge. I shouted and moaned incoherently for what seemed like an eternity. About.