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shirt. God, it was good. I reached around and untied her apron at the neck and on her back. At this time, she lifted my shirt over my head. My nipples were so hard that I’m sure she could see them through my bra. I took her shirt off and undid her bra. Her tits flopped out. They were so heavy, they bounced as they were freed from their fabric cells. She took my bra off and began to suck on my nipples. I tilted my head back in ecstasy and let out a small moan. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
    I pushed myself back onto the table, laying in front of her. She took the cue. She unbuttoned my pants and ripped them off. My panties went with them. She split my legs and went to town on my pussy. When she would come up to take a breath she looked like she had just taken a dip in the pool. I could feel chills all over my body. I was going to cum. Justine kept going. She was enjoying my roast beef sandwich, but no horseradish sauce would be on it tonight. As I was reaching the point of climax, I became louder and louder. I’m sure the people living above the bakery thought that someone was having an asthma attack. I was moaning so hard I was wheezing, but it was hot.
    I was so close to cumming. I yelled, “Don’t Stop. Keep your tongue going, babe.” Then, just like the fountains at the Bellagio, I erupted. My juices shot out. Justine quickly moved and I shot my fluid clear across the cafe and on the the glass case she kept her goodies in. As I regained control, I watched it drip down the glass and down to the tile floor.
    “I guess you have some more cleaning to do,” I said and chuckled.
    “I don’t mind at all,” she replied and wink.
    Justine began getting dressed, and I did the same. I grabbed some paper towels and mopped my fluids up off the floor. I thought to myself if this was the way I wanted to live. Did I want to be a lesbian? I should at least stay bisexual. Nevertheless, it was time to go. Justine and I hugged, said our goodbyes, and smiled at each other. We were now closer than we had ever been before. Nothing could break our bond.
    “Anytime you need some more, just let me know,” Justine yelled as I walked out the door. I couldn’t believe that had just happened, but I could not have been happier.

Sleepless in San Francisco
    Why do I sleep naked? I thought, as I looked at the view passing me by. I was riding bitch on a dirt bike, the rider a hot young babe, long orange hair blowing in my face as we raced down a deserted country road. The bike was an older 80’s red honda, covered in dirt, rust and scratches. The babe, in her early 20’s, was smoking hot, she wore a white blouse unbuttoned and tied in between her breasts. She had a short skirt on – red – and as I looked down I could see her bare ass, revealed by the wind on the skirt. Was she even wearing anything under it?
    Adrenaline shot through my body. The roar of the small engine was more of a fast hum with high pitch pops. The wind was deafening. The wheels worn to the bone from so much use, the seat fake leather, padding worn out and unable to absorb the vibrations from the motor and the rough road we were riding on. The faster we went the more I felt the vibes, they shot up my spine tingling my womanly senses. I grabbed the red head’s waist,tighter. We hit a small bump and my body shuddered as my wet pussy slammed up against her tight ass. The seat felt good, I imagined I was riding her bare leg back and forth. I pressed my breasts up against her back my pussy grinding the seat and ass as I clawed into her abdomen with my hands and nails. I was getting close to cumming, every bump every vibration. Then she slowed the bike down to a halt, probably wondering why I just dug into her belly with my hands.
    As we pulled over on the grass I asked her if something was wrong.
    “No,” the redhead replied. “This is my favourite spot to think.”
    “What do you think about when you are here?” I asked.
    She smiled almost winking, brushed