Laura wrapped her arm in the towel and followed Sholandra back into the living room. She caught her again by the sofa, holding both arms, staring deep...y into Sholandra's eyes."You listen to me," she started, but Sholandra's eyes spurted with fire, and she jerked her arms free, raising her fingers up to Laura's face, talons bared."Touch me again and I'll scratch your eyes out, you dyke," Sholandra swore softly.Laura was shocked by the whole situation, but deep down she realized that both of them. I tell you to lick and suck on my juices. You groan deep in your throat with pleasure. You bury your face in my cunt and I can feel your tongue and lips working there magic. I push my hips out further, my pussy burying your face deeper. I tell you to wet your finger and insert it into my ass, you do so without hesitation. I start to wither and moan, I slap your back with the crop i tell you to fuck me with your tongue, I can hear your breathing getting heavier and heavier. I grab your hair and. The crackers turned out to be very thin biscuit dough cooked crisp. It was quite a good combination. I was almost finished when the waitress took my bowl away. I was about to complain until I noticed her pass it back through the window. "More Horace," she demanded.She turned to me with the bowl. "Gettin' late nobody else gonna be in here tonight."I smiled up as I went about eating the soup with the thick soft crackers. When I finished the second bowl I asked, "Could I get a piece of pecan pie. Quickly. There it was! All the way across the room. The only path to it was blocked by a seemingly endless barrage of loud, slick New York types all laughing and gesturing...but I had to go so badly, and whatever that punch was was giving me the strength to push through!I opened the bathroom door, and there she was - my boss, my role model, my muse...my crush. Yes, I guess I did have a crush on her. But I had never thought of a woman that way, so it didn't even enter my mind. I just kind.