Just treat it as a stream-of-consciousness account by a not-so-skillful writer and bear with me. This was a long time ago. In the 70s and 80s, before ...the Internet. Connections were made locally either by word-of-mouth, or by cards in the local adult bookstore. I had put cards in bookstores near me, and occasionally received phone calls. I had never intended to support myself this way, no did I ever do that. It was simply that I realized I had a dominant streak toward men, and this was a way to. That I was being made into a milch-cow so I would be found more appealing. When I discovered you were keeping me under observation, it was more than I could bear. I determined to leave your land entirely. ‘So I marched for the nearest border, Sean protesting every step of the way. Of course,’ she said when Sean opened his mouth, ‘he didn’t have the good sense to leave when I ordered him to.’ ‘Swore an oath, didn’t I?’ Sean said laconically. ‘I wasn’t about to leave just because you were. I really haven’t tried to tell you the truth. I’ve got you and Mom to look at so why bother?”“Ahhh that’s so sweet. So you have no idea about oral sex do you?”“I heard some of the guys talking about girls putting their cock in their mouth and kissing them down there but I wasn’t sure if everything they said was true.”“Believe me they do. Julie Pringle certainly would. Guys do to girls what I do with girls. We lick each other down there until we get off. It’s much better than using our. "Your idea, as I recall, and I pointed out the disadvantages. So what is it next, back to the ol' hotel room?"I said nothing and that was enough for her to get the picture."There'll be other nights," said Angela, "gotta make sure you're not still a virgin when we get home." Now that was outright slander, but I knew she merely referred to the fact that my experiences tended to be infrequent. "We'll write off the sex for our first night." I usually just ignore her more outrageous comments like.