Anyway, back to the brunch…
Our meals were served and we were all on our second round of drinks when the conversation again turned to s*x. Sparkle had noticed Millie’s t-shirt and had commented that he never realized that lesbians fisted each other.
“Sure. I mean, it makes sense,” Millie said, very matter of factly, “what else do we have to stick up there, right? Plus, look at my fist. Girls have much smaller hands than guys do and they fit rather nicely in pretty girl pussies.”
“Gee, thanks Millie,” Slim said, looking rather green around the gills, “that was certainly, um, a visual.”
“Please, Mary, it’s no worse than any conversation I’ve had to listen to from you queens over the years. Bruce, watch this,” she said, looking at me with a grin and a glint in her eye. “What is the strang
