It might be me wearing a miniskirt and saying I identify as Trudy, the transvestite prostitute...”Deena giggled. “Hey, if you can make spending mo...ey...”“But don’t you DARE chop off the ding-dong,” I laughed. “We have needs...”“And that WOULD be a surprise,” Deena added.So I guess that Bill’s okay with it. I don’t think he really wants us dumbed down, you know, and the fact that we’re curious and we’re connected and that we pay attention to what’s happening in our lives, that’s reason enough. But what I remember is Karen. That first moment at the door. And one moment later in the afternoon. It seemed frozen in time even then. She was serving drinks, and when she placed my drink on the coffee table in front of me, she leaned down and spent a long time placing the glass precisely in the center of the coaster on the table. And somehow the fourth button on her shirt had slipped loose. And as she leaned over the coffee table her bare right breast was totally revealed, but only from my. I could hear them talking to each other giving directions and suggestions, but I was so focused on the dual pleasure zones of my groin and my throat that I could not register what they were say. After a few more minutes of fabulous throat massaging, they decided to switch places. My gardener pulled out and I still wanted more.My neighbor’s cock suddenly appeared at my head, and I grabbed it with my hand to bring it to my mouth. His cock was a little soft at that point because I think he might. Anyway, each man was warned individually that we would not be so gentle, next time. We distributed our cards, and I called 911 for EMTs. We did not wait around, but went on about our business.Ah, this was more like it. We were both having fun doing what we seemed to do best, so we were very happy. Apparently, the arrival of EMTs and cops scared off the gangs around there, so it was five blocks later before we met any more interesting people.This time, two assailants rushed out of an alley and.