..Right, girls are made differently to boys in that they have babies and…”“How differently?” I cut in.“Well, they don’t have a penis like ...ou…” she said, looking at my throbbing cock.“… but they have a hole designed to take your, erm, penis. It needs to be hard like that to go in."I decided to act as innocently as possible.“Hmm, have you got one too? Can you show me your hole?”I could see Jen was clearly flustered now. She was breathing a bit more rapidly but still staring intently at my. I was on him like a nymphomaniac. I sucked his dick and nuts like a sex maniac. He could tell I was wild. "You wanna go out front?" he said. I nodded and followed him out into the theater. "You up for going up on stage?" he asked. I looked up at the row of seats filled with spectators, and a thrill ran through me. "Ok," I said. We walked up the 4 steps that led up onto the stage. A few audience members whistled, and some guy yelled out: "Let's see a show!" The guy I was with stood there and I. When sherelieved herself, Thelma felt as if the earthquaked andeverything around them ceased to exist.Early next morning, Thelma found herself alone in thetent. The sharp taste of cunt in her mouth brought backvague memories of a quickie just before dawn. Shestretched out her six foot tall and well-trained body,yawned and hoped that her girlfriend was out fishing.Grilled fish for breakfast beat just about anything,apart from sex. Sandra returned empty-handed, but withsome unexpected news.. "I've never been in a detective's house." Your home, girl." he corrected."But I'm in protective custody!" she pouted. "In the movies the detective always takes the girl in protective custody to a nice hotel, or to his house to keep her safe." Believe me Val, if I took you to my house, safe is the last thing you'd be." Mmmmm sounds interesting." she purred. "I've never done that with a detective either." Girl, you're killing me." he said, fiddling with the keys.Suddenly she was up off her seat.