“Detective,” he finished. Then he glanced past the gun pointing at him and spoke to Maggie. “Yours stands for Big Booty Tits cuz that’s all I ...think about when I see you, Babe.”He busted out laughing and turned towards the dead girl’s body next to him. “Wasn’t that funny?” he asked her as if he expected an answer.He looked back at the two of them with a quizzical look on his face. “She doesn’t seem to be in a talking mood this morning,” he said. “That’s funny ... The little bitch talked my. Jim responded that he didn’t think he would be able, and I took that as my cue to make my exit.I had the same euphoric drive home as I replayed the encounter in my head over and over again. This is awesome! God, I love sucking dick! Once again, I was on cloud nine for several days afterward. However, work got very busy and some family activities took precedence and I my cocksucking persona had to take a backseat for a bit. Over the course of the next couple of weeks, my libido waned as I had to. I was 18 when everything started to go wrong for me. I made a phone call to a local phone service that advertised intimate encounters between adults and as I started to go through the system there was no one on except this one woman, and she and I started chatting and I decided to meet. Later that day as we were going to meet I was shocked to find that sexy voice had actually belonged to man, who was sitting in the pre-arranged car where nothing at all except a pair of panties a bra and an open. . . freeing. To be out, out at last! All those years, all those casual dates with boys, all those lies to her parents, and now she was out of the closet. She was a lesbian, and everybody knew. It felt fantastic. She had never liked boys. She didnt know why, exactly, but something about them repulsed her. They were coarse and unrefined, crude and vulgar. Girls, on the other hand, were heaven! They were sweet and soft spoken, their skin like silk and their mouths like honey. She couldnt wait to.