I’ve been working for them for a year now to cover some expenses. Now you answer me.”“Yes.”“Why did you call?”“To get laid.”She looked...up at my smart-ass comment. “What about your girlfriend?”“We broke up a month ago.”“Two weeks before your birthday?”“She’s a bitch.”This made mom chuckle. It was good to get back to familiar, comfortable territory. “So you couldn’t find another girlfriend?“I honestly just wanted to fuck a nasty slut and move on.” I realized I just called my mom a nasty slut but. ”“Not to mention that you’ve been distracted from painting long enough,” Clarice said. “You and Kate have gallery openings soon.”“I’ve been working all year, Clarice,” I whined. We’d talked about this enough times to have our call and response worked out.“You need paintings people can hang on their walls, not have to go to church to see.”It was almost three a.m. by the time we got cleaned up after the party. I was surprised to see Bree, Whitney, and Allison leave. I’d expected them to stick. I stroke your pussy a few times then quickly slide 2 fingers deep inside you making you gasp and moan. You look over your shoulder to make sure it's me before you fully relax, bracing yourself against the wall, hands flat, as I finger fuck you from behind. Without stopping I kneel down and start to lick you, moving from right near your ass all the way to your clit, only removing my finger to let my head past. As I'm knelt there sucking hard on your pussy, I start to grab and squeeze your ass. I. You're not pretending to be a woman, you ARE a woman. I'm willing tobet that when Stephanie was fifteen, she never broke down in tearsevery time she took off her skirt or her dress or saw her fingernailswithout any polish on them." Okay, you're right," I sigh as I stare at my dark fuchsia fingernails."And just because your vagina is man-made rather than natural, doesn'tmake it any less a vagina," Sarah says. "Otherwise, I'd be calledsomething else, wouldn't it?" But it's not like I NEED to get.