She thought I meant her girlfriend for a split second and almost went for me only to realise and say “Oh, yes, please.”
Her friend Jennie was the more feminine one, in a sort of prisoner cell block H way, baggy tee shirt, baggy denim jeans unlike Elanore, Ellie, who preferred skin tight leather, whether on her bike of not which led me to suspect she only had the bike as an excuse to wear leather, like a lot of gay blokes really, except they tend not to ride Nortons, the vibes do nothing for them but I find girls find them positively orgasmic if you keep the revs up around six thou, and the isolastics shimmed up tight. “There isn’t much point now is there?” I declared. I seemed to keep cumming for absolutely ages. I barely had time to dress before Ellie threw me out and would have thrown Jennie out if the house hadn’t been in Jennie’s name.
