"That's obviously a very generous offer," Sue said, "but I've come torealise that if something sounds too good to be true, it usually is sowhat's the ...atch?" There is no catch. It's an unconditional offer and all I ask is thatJoanne exercises discretion in the future. Our story will obviouslymake sensational news for tabloid readers but I hope that what I'mgiving her will be enough for her not to have to sell our story."Sue and Joanne whispered to each other."We agree. Joanne will be happy. 55% of the rest of the time ... well, you probably shouldn't be reading porn anyway, much less a story with a real plot.That's just my opinion. Things happen and rather than code such a minor scene and suggest that the entire story is about male-male sex (which it plainly isn't) I decided to forego the code. See, that's the problem with codes. They can't be weighted, there's no justification, no rationale allowed. And some people insists that it must be coded, every little thing, and this is a. There was nothing to be done, no possibility of an ‘us’ — that much was painfully obvious to me. If Stephen had wanted an ‘us,’ he would have just kissed me. So the only solution here was to get over it as fast as possible — and what better place or way? I was in Vegas, I was brimming (kind of) with new-found sexual empowerment, and I was about to get a new outfit. Any other girl would have been ecstatic, so I did my best. When I stepped into the first store, the excitement started to become. Her pussy was right on my face and I suffocated. I was gasping for air when her pussy rubbed on my lips, my face was covered with the butter. Observing the fact that she was suffocating me, she got and kissed me “Sorry babe, I rushed.”Licking up all the butter from my face she kissed again. Again she stood up but now her ass facing my lips. She sat on my chest first and then slid down, slightly lifting her ass and then placed near my lips. She pressed her hand against the bed and pushes back.