..”“It´s an early Sunday morning, it is in a commercial zone, stupid cunt, there is no-one around….If you want that fag, you can have it, but l...ave your jeans in here”She rose, took one cigarette and her lighter and walked to the door, without a word. She had emptied her beer moments ago, but she could still taste his cum. She opened the back door, lit her smoke and inhaled. He really was a creep, a bastard and idiot, but she needed him!Bad!They needed the work he could provide, but she also. ." Rory said, but Christine already had her by the hand and was leading her down the sidewalk, away from the night club."Where we going, Loreli?" she asked, but she seemed to not even hear when Rory said, "Well, we're obviously not going straight."*****Christine chattered most of the way back to Rory's hotel room; she was a cartoonist, she said, working for an advertising firm, but she only did that for a money job, her "real fun" was drawing adult cartoons for the internet. She could draw. ” We sat on her bed naked. She said, “Michelle, I didn’t realize how much I’d like having sex with you. I’m not a lesbian.”I put her hand on my cunt and she put my hand on her cunt. I said, “Cheryl, I’m not lesbian either, but I love your cunt.” We gave each other an orgasm. Cheryl pumped two, then three fingers in and out of my cunt as if she were fucking me. I had another orgasm when Cheryl stopped fucking me with her fingers. She went to my cunt and tongue fucked my wet cunt.I went home and. I couldn’t hear the replies, so she was probably in the phone. She came back smoking, looking at me with a nasty smile. I couldn’t focus on her and in my vision she kept shrinking and rotating. “Well, It may be fun in fact. You have quite the tools a woman needs. We won’t have the chance after this morning when they…” But she did not complete her sentence. She approached close, leaving her cigar to an ash pit over the night stand. She landed her hand on my scarred chest, carefully inspecting.