I stroked my cock as I wondered what my impending treat was going to be. I could hear her opening and closing drawers, I guessed she was dressing up, ...what in I had no idea. I heared her walking across the landing to my room. I stood up to meet her at the door. Catherine appeared at the doorway to my bedroom wearing a short japanese style robe, white in colour. She pulled a sexy pose, hips to one side, pulled her hair up slightly above her head, looked at me with her sexy blue eyes and blew me. If not for the sticky skin, I might have believed it to be a dream in its entirety. – “I don’t even have to ask you how it went, it’s in your eyes, girl,” said Carla, who sought me out early that morning to make lunch plans. We were sitting in a crowded delicatessen, just finishing our food when she broached the subject. “So about this three-way…I see your sex glow, so tell me the details! How great was it?” “Well,” I said, then halted, still not sure how to make sense of my own feelings.. At first they just passed through. Oregon filled up and a few hardy souls decided that what we had was a decent second choice. The Great American Desert wasn’t as much desert as it was isolated. Our rivers were watered year round. Our grass was sweet. Unlike the paintings of the white artists our grass grew tall and dried on the stem. It took a hundred acres to feed one cow ... but there were millions of acres and just a few cows ... at first. Timber was sparse on the plains but our Sacred. "You just told them." Well, you're a fucking sissy. So what's the big deal if they know? Ithink everyone should know."Ashamed, I spun and went into the kitchen, fighting off my tears. Tears!Like I really was a sissy."Why are you upset?" Karen said, following me into the kitchen. "Ibrought one home for you! If I'm going to get fresh dick, it's only fairthat you get fresh dick, too." Mistress! I don't want dick. I'm a man. I'm not gay!" Well, spank my ass and call me Shirley," she said. "I know.