Except I made a last second executive decision and went with country sausage instead. Good choice.I used my rearview mirror to wipe mustard reminders ...from my lips and then drove across the street to QuickStop. A boy in his early 20s was standing on tiptoes, taping up the same Bud Lite sign.QS had about the same number of cars, a similar number of customers. I’d wait until another day to do the country sausage comparison testing. But I already had an idea of what was going on in the Gas Station. If I sucked and licked it just the right way, I was making ‘music’ for both of us. I tried to let the ‘music’ build until when I nibbled with my teeth, the final chord reached a crescendo with moaning and groaning and Arilla tried to pull me into her vulva. All the while I had the fingers of one hand inside the opening to her vagina, running my fingers around and around. I had three of my small fingers inside her testing every surface I could feel. Arilla was bouncing her butt slightly on the. She’s terrific: she is into girls really expressing themselves...especially sexually...and I was learning fast. She embraced the language of the derogatory claiming it gave women power...she has a cunt and is proud of it and very recently taught me to embrace my slutty cunny too. Ours is a feminine dominated household; there are no guys; and we are liberal on everything: transgender rights, gay marriage, paid maternity leave for single mums and inter generational lesbian passion...Well new. Laura kissed Tracy's smooth black neck, her shoulder, then dropped her mouth to one exquisite breast, cupping it from underneath with her palm and teasing the large nipple with her tongue before sucking it into her mouth."Ohh!" Tracy gasped.Laura sucked the thick, silky bulb gently, kneading the firm, plump ball of Tracy's breast with both hands at the same time. Before sucking the other one, she lifted her mouth and kissed Tracy again, rolling Tracy's wet nipple in her fingers, pinching it.