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Bobbi
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
she said. "We might work together, but that doesn't mean we're all friends. Those two both think that there better than each other. Janet is okay, but Star is the worst. Just because there're pictures of her wiggling her naked ass all over 42nd Street, she thinks she's special. That's why she calls herself 'Star', you know. Her real name's Francis." Patty was positively catty with her comments. The world of the "G.G.Girls" was deeper than I thought. Billie and Carmen were almost finished dressing when Janet and Star came out of the shower. I got up to get ready to go in, and Billie called out, "I'm gonna' have a drink before I go home, Bobbi. Meet me at the front bar if you wanna' talk some more. Tina'll be there too if I know her." "Thanks!" I called back to her. "I'll see you out there. I would like a drink." I picked up a couple of extra towels on the way in, and Patty was right behind me doing the same thing. Inside the shower room I heard Patty lock the door behind us. I turned to see what she was up to, and she said, "The others will all be gone in a few minutes, and room'll be empty. We don't need the janitor popping in on our shower." That seemed logical enough, so I let it go. I still thought she had something else on her mind. The spray of the shower felt good as it cascaded over my aching muscles. I let it just run over me. I was just reaching for the soap when I felt someone soaping up my back. I looked around to ... see Patty standing there. She gave me a sly smile, and said, "Why should we waste water? You got me going with that striptease you did. What do you say we finish the job for each other?" Before I could answer, Patty slipped an arm around my waist, took hold of my penis with her other hand, and kissed me deeply. I did not have to answer. I reached down, and touched Patty's small penis. That was all the answer either of us needed. We broke the kiss, and looked at each other. I think we both saw the other in the way that I saw Patty at that moment. Biologically we might not have been female, but that was the way we presented ourselves. We were just two sexually aroused women who needed some release. We both would have preferred to have that release with a man, but there were no men available at that moment. We could find some solace in each other's arms. We were not Lesbian Drag Queens who dressed as women, and looked for sexual satisfaction from other transvestites. We were more simply like bisexual women who understood that there were sexual pleasures that could be had in a variety of ways if we did not limit ourselves, and cut ourselves off from any segment of the human race. I learned something about myself in that moment, and have kept the knowledge all my life. Patty and I said nothing from then on, but we attended to washing each other first. It felt good to have her soaping me all over, and I returned the favor to her obvious pleasure. We worked slowly, paying ...