" She writes those papers that everyone's talking about, doesn't she? About the new sexuality that the plague seems to have started." That's her. Well..., she didn't actually write the first one. She just got her students talking on tape, then called in some colleagues and played it back to them. Then, after they'd talked it through, she left them to write it while she came out for dinner with me." Where did you go?" The Mango Tree." Oh, we love that place. Hilary and I go there a couple of times. )We were at a mixer. The local LGBTQ+ groups were approaching the coming election with the usual sense that if they did not band together in a single voice, no one would care what they had to say. The result of which was social mixers like this where political Lesbians, bisexual, and transfolk came together to argue about what they could agree they wanted from those politicians who remembered this small segment of the population actually voted, and remembered broken promises.My Jan is a bit. “You said this happened before you and Rick had kids.”Joanne smiled.“It did,” she replied, ‘But a gal has to always keep her options open for when tough times hit.”Damn.I went home that day, thinking about Joanne and her landscaper. I was jealous. I was also intrigued. I called Joanne and asked her if I could come by her house and chat with her privately.“Sure,” she said, “But make it before one as I have to get the kids at three thirty.”I arrived at Joanne’s house right at one o’clock and she. Running my tongue along her wet crack... enjoying the salty feel of her delicious passion nectar. Finally, I took her engorged clit between my lips and sucked her harder."Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... !" She finally moaned... loudly... her hand gripped my hair and pressed my face into her cunt.I lapped at her cunt with great fervor... sucking and licking her dripping cuntlips... fucking her inner cunt lips with my folded tongue using it like a tiny cock... and sucking and nibbling her swollen clitoris.