I stared, mesmerised.Claire turned. Looked at me. "Were you looking at my butt?" she asked.I stood, stepped toward her. "Yes." I said, then pulled her... to me and kissed her.I was expecting a slap, or a push away, but she seemed to melt in my arms and our hot breath and wet tongues mingled in the warmth of the kitchen. My hands were running up and down her back, over her buttocks. Squeezing them and kneading them together and apart. My hand worked the hem of dress up, so that my hands could grab. My electronic leash, I thought. Together we picked out a case, spending the better part of an hour socializing with these folks, flirting and drinking. ‘We’re staying at the Menger,’ I said, a little loud, thinking that it was a famous hotel and how cool I was to afford it. I was boasting. ‘Is it hard to find?’ ‘No,’ the younger blond said, ‘it’s in the middle of downtown, right next to the Alamo. Can’t miss it.’ I knew that. Maps and printed directions were stuffed in my bag, I knew the. ............oooooooooohhhhhh, fuck your mother's big pussy. Fuck me silly you sexy little boy!" Oh, yeah? Is this what you want?" as I pulled out of her to slide the shaft in between her lips. Her hand reached for the shaft and stroked it and led it back in."You have no idea how long it has been since I have been fucked like this. I have you for 2 weeks." Well, it's been a long time coming. I have fantasized about fucking this pussy many times." Well, it's all yours tonight. Come on baby pound. Back then guys loving guys was as common place as men and women loving each other. At least in ancient Greece. I don't sit in judgment of that fact, I just accept it."Anyway. Women loving women is part of the process under which the power is passed on. The rod is placed inside the woman's body. It's a long process involving many steps. But one of them, the one that concerns you and Susan, is the fact that part of the process of transference of the power, must be made to a virgin. The process.