"Sometimes. A few arecloset lesbians who convince themselves they aren't really making itwith another woman because the girl is hung. Some are just in...o chickswith dicks, like the guys who come in here." Have you ever dated any of them?" I inquired, out of genuinefascination."Sure," my girlfriend chirped enthusiastically. "Their money is as goodas any man's. Besides..."She massaged my tight, now-shapely tush."... I like girls; the sexier, more feminine, the better. I thought youunderstood that. I quickly got lots of comments, crude and complimentary, but none of them bothered me, I’ve heard it all before and I know that it’s all bravado. Anyway, one question triggered a response from me. That question was to ask me if I could lick my own pussy.I smiled, lifted the G-string out of my slit then started licking.The comments got more crude and suggestive as I ran my tongue around my clit and brought myself to pleasurable orgasm. I still wasn’t in the mood to have a long conversation with. We finally passed out in our room around 6:AM. I woke up around 11:AM when the maid knocked on the door to clean the room. My head was pounding, my stomach was upset and my eyes hurt. I was in a tee shirt and my boxers when I answered the door. The maid was very nice and asked if we wanted our room cleaned. I woke ‘Tattoo Girl’ up and she never got out of bed. She yelled ‘Tell that stupid bitch we don’t need our room cleaned.’ The maid heard her and I apologized and she left. The second night. " It didn't upset me, it made me very horny," she said in a soft voice before sliding closer to him and placing her soft red lips against his.Her kisses were long and passion-filled and Lance responded by wrapping one arm around her slender shoulders He allowed his free hand to run down her arm and he felt her shiver with delight. His hand made the jump to her pert breasts and he gently cupped and caressed each one causing her to moan softly.Lance's hand moved down to the hemline of her short.