Both looked like models: thin, tall, small-breasted, and long-legged with, of course, a beautiful expressionless face. Sappho’s Salon, located in a ...large American city, did not hide what it was: a hair salon for rich lesbians, and more, a meeting place for women who didn’t want to have to rent a hotel room. The six hairdressers were, of course, lesbians but their main role was to pair up clients who were there not only to get a haircut. Small private rooms were tucked away on the second floor. Luther sat them in a half moon shaped bar booth that allowed them to sit side by side, looking out at the ocean, as well as at the many staring patrons of the restaurant, who were seated between them and the huge windows. Now two thirds of the diners in the restaurant were now able to look up their short skirts. Before they had a chance to order a drink, two appreciative males sent over a bottle of excellent champagne. Their waiter pointed the gifters out to them and they both waived and. He was still thinking that the next morning, a Saturday, when he visited his best friend Lloyd and his wife Tina. Tina was also Lisa's best friend, but she never seemed to buy into her friend's verbal attacks on her husband. Today, however, James was about to find out more about Lloyd and Tina."James, buddy, I think that we need to sit down and talk. It's about Lisa." Okay, so what about her?" I have to confess that I slept with her last night. So did Tina. It was a threesome." Well, you and. . . touching me. Even kissing you. I just wish he didn’t do that in my mouth.” “Tasted salty, huh?” I rubbed the inside of her leg, enjoying the smoothness of her skin. “Mostly it tasted slippery,” she said. I felt her shiver. My hand moved to within an inch of her pussy and her knees spread farther apart. “Did it taste the same on my lips?” I asked gently. “It, um, no, well, I couldn’t really taste his jizz on you. I just tasted you.” I leaned over and barely brushed her lips with mine. I put.