"I hope so," she said hopelessly, fixing her hair and trying not to look so pitiful. She clasped her purple handbag in her fidgeting, lace-gloved hands; a nervous defensive posture I told myself. I tried to calm her down by telling her to start at the beginning. I was still a PI and I had a reputation to recover, no matter what this dame was doing to my adrenaline levels. She calmed down a bit and started weaving her yarn. It was the same sad tale I'd heard a thousand times: a deadbeat brother who she's devoted to, squanders the family savings and has now gone missing, and it's all she can do to compose herself. I handed her my handkerchief and give her a sympathetic look; broads love that kind of stuff. She goes on and my eyes slide down to watch her pussy licking breasts as they heave slower and slower and she starts breathing normally. They were like a fine wine, and I was already a raging alcoholic. She's saying something about "every penny she had" when I shift in my chair to casually rearrange my dick into a less conspicuous position. After five minutes or so, I stand up, still listening to her sob story, and walk around to sit in front of her on the edge of my desk. I act like it's because I'm interested, but I couldn't sit there another minute without getting a good look at her legs. They were still glistening from the rain and my eyes followed them from her ankles all the way up to her ass. She had on some kind of strappy high heel that tied with a ribbon in a bow at her ankle. She sure was some piece of work, and whether I could help her or not I was sure lesbo glad she came into my office. As I went to sit back down I nodded a few times and assured her that her brother would turn up sooner or later without any help from me. She gave me the "Oh but you must," line and started dabbing her eyes again. I knew it wasn't worth me takin' the Lesbian case; she had all but told me she couldn't pay me. I must have looked pretty disinterested, because she started in with her feminine charms. "I'm sure I have a picture of him in here somewhere," she said as she looked half-heartedly through her handbag. On the slimmest of pretexts she got up and dumped the contents of her purse out on her chair, then bent over til her face was an inch from the knick knacks she was piecing through. She wasn't your average street floozy and she kept her legs pressed together as she swung japanese her derriere from side to side; this was a bribe, not a peep show, and my eyes never left those perfect heart-shaped hips, legs, and ass for a second. "Here it is," she said and it felt like waking lez up from a dream as she stood up and I snapped out of it. “You don't Lesbian seem threatening, you’ve always been sweet to us,” she replies. She couldn't wait for the Gods to spread their teaching and show the world that such prudishness was outdated. "So if japanese you do get pregnant just tell him it's his, okay? Only thing visible were her tennie shoes, which she intended to change out of just before she knocked on the door. If you don’t mind me asking, where in the blue fuck is Queen Yavara?” Then I stepped through the door, and closed it behind me. Two nights later, recalling the stories “She’s a hard one, but wet and tasty,” lez the voice said, between licks…and oh that damned nose lifting my clit…I couldn’t help it. “It's not blue! All of the guys in the family say that, and when we have the family picnic weekend at Pymatuning Lake every year. I just smiled and began taking my own clothes off. ‘Is it true?’ She wondered as his lips covered hers. In fact we only do it about once a month, and we'd done it the week before so I knew I wasn't going to get any from her. She rested as she waited for the orgasm to subside and her body to cease its' trembling. “They should have, yours have just about gone and it’s only the middle of the afternoon.” I gripped her right at the waistband and pulled her closer, between my legs. pussy licking *“Hey Starbuck, Whaddya lesbo hear?” ”