She positioned Jethro between Sharon's legs, and led his nose to the hair-bordered slit before him. The dog needed little encouragement, once his sens...s had detected the aroma of hot, seeping cunt-juice. At once his long pink tongue darted out to lick wetly up the whole length of Sharon's open, puffy gash."Aaaaagghhh!" the pinioned redhead moaned as she responded to the lapping at her craving pussy-furrow. She'd been disappointed when she realized Angie's tongue was deserting her twat, but had. She instead wound up dancing with a shirtless Senegalese man who spoke no more than twelve words of English. He didn’t ask her name or flirt with her. He might have been gay. Or, he might have just been happy to have somewhere to dance where people wouldn’t be afraid that getting a little bit of sweat on them from someone fresh off the boat from Africa might give them AIDS.She danced and she drank and she flirted. A lot of the girls here were models Connie had worked with and she recognized. I could see she was dying to tell me all about Andy and herself, but first of all she had to be sure that I was comfortable, and that all was well in my life. In reply to Denise’s polite enquiries, I explained that we were snowed under with work, but otherwise fine. I passed on Philip and Judy’s greetings, and settled back to hear the news. ‘Come on Denise, tell me everything.’ ‘Oh, Laura, I’m so happy. Andy and I are just made for each other. He is a dreamboat. I’ve told him everything about. Barely larger than a finger really!For few months I kept fucking myself with it and eventually I felt the need to try a real cock. Again I was not attracted to men... I wanted a cock. I discovered gay adds on the internet and eventually talked with an old guy and we met at his place. It was understood that we would go straight to the point, that I would suck him and if I was feeling like it, I'd let him fuck me.It was a terrible experience... not the one that traumatize you, just a sad first.