Lisa pushed Karen down onto the bed and kneeling, pulled Karen’s legs apart and sat back to admire the beautiful pussy in front of her. She looked b...ack at me and said, ‘Damn, that’s a beautiful puss!’ I smiled at her and nodded in agreement. Karen has, what she refers to as a butterfly pussy. Her long, thick inner lips look like butterfly wings when they’re spread wide open. She has a beautiful, bulbous clit that sticks out like a tiny cock when she’s turned on. And right now, she was very. I dumped my warm beer into the sink and opened the refrigerator for her. It was full of beer, soda, and mixers for drinks.She asked, “Don’t you eat food, Mister?”I laughed and pointed to the other refrigerator standing next to an upright freezer near the stove and said, “This is MY refrigerator. I keep it full of my drinks.”She asked, “Then what are the juices and fruit for?”I said, “Mixed drinks like Bloody Mary’s, Tequila Shots, and Margaritas.”She said, “My mother likes, Sex on the Beach.”I. When I finally got to my feet, I was shaking and walking like a drunk. Ginger dressed me in new clothes, all obscene: leggings with "bitch" written all over it, new and very expensive designer sneakers, a top with 'slave' written in phosphorescent yellow letters to cover my breasts. No bra, no panties, no thong. At the door of the boutique, Gabriela was waiting for me, now dressed in leather with high-heeled boots. I could barely walk, but tried to keep going. When I walked through the door I. After all, you’re discovering who you are. We all do that. It’s only a matter of how deep we look into ourselves. Who are YOU, Katy O’Connor?”“That’s a good question. I guess I have to figure out my sexuality first.”“I think you already have,” I said. “You aren’t exclusively lesbian, but you think you’ll find your soulmate in a woman, not a guy.”She nodded, “I think that’s right. Without implying anything, I really LIKE having sex with you, it just doesn’t fulfill that deep, emotional need. And.