“Keep your hands where they are,” he murmured and slid the other hand up on the inside of my left thigh.Up. And up. “Yes,” I breathed. “Yes,...I will.”The fingertips reached the gusset of my hose and panties and it was like I had been zapped. First I jumped, then I stood, absolutely frozen.They pressed the little puddle of my own wetness that had formed in the material back up against my puffy flesh. I tilted my hip forward to escape the overwhelming sensation, but it only intensified. His. Ronnie had let fags suck him off for money before but not regularly, not like now, like it was his job or something.He met Kate and her friends at a cool little bar on Ramparts the first night he got to town last month. They called themselves the Rainbow family, or part of it. Everybody turned tricks except Kate. Charlotte was a minor celebrity. Ronnie never sucked a dick or took it up the ass. He didn't have to convince himself wasn't a homo. He just knew it. A muscular black man approached. It is an Italian version of Robin Hood, and I ask her to read it to me. She blushes deeply, and starts reading. No matter the faults in her speech, her voice is that of an angel, and when she stops for the end of the chapter I look up, leaning against my shovel. "You Italian is beautiful, Seniora Sophia. Where do you learn it?" "At school. I wish they would skip the grammatical lessons though, and just teach us the language. I mean, I can't speak any of the romantic bits I wanted to learn." As. ‘I suppose, when I was in college, but everyone does that’ She moved closer, her lips inches from mine. ‘It’s so much more sensual than being with a man, Jenni.’ Her lips brushed mine, I felt her soft wet warm tongue, and I opened my mouth, letting her tongue stroke mine. In moments her fingers slid up my thigh, under my costume, as we continued to kiss passionately until I pulled away slightly and asked, ‘Kath, what if Richard finds us?’ ‘You really want to be thinking about Richard right.