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April Fool's Submission

Date: 2/26/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: BabyDragon, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

line up to lick her pussy?" I asked, completely flabbergasted by such a thought. "Every night without fail," she nodded, "the longest line I ever saw was last New Year's Eve when fifteen were in line at one point." In awe, I mindlessly said, "Christ, I can't even have multiple orgasms," before realizing what I had said and blushing beet red. "You just haven't found the right person," she smiled warmly; I noticed she hadn't said 'man'.. "Maybe," I shrugged, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with the conversation. "Do you see the chubby older woman with the green blouse at the table over there?" she asked. "Yes," I nodded looking at a rather plain older looking woman, dressed like a diva. "Do you see anything out of the ordinary?" she asked. I looked at her. She looked like a grandma quite frankly, although I really didn't see anything out of the ordinary. I said, "No, not reeeeeally," just as I realized there were a pair of heels poking out from underneath the table. "That is Penelope Benson," Laura explained, "she is always on the hunt for young girls to please her." "But she ... is in her sixties," I said, unable to fathom why anyone would do that. "You've heard of sugar daddies?" She asked. "Of course," I nodded. "She is a sugar momma," she revealed. I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, I see." Changing the topic completely, she said, "So your accent, you're obviously from England." "Born and raised," I nodded, as the waitress came with two more drinks, one for each of us. Although I knew I was going to get pretty drunk at this rate, I needed the liquid courage to stay comfortable in this strange foreign situation. "What brings you to Boston? Work or pleasure?" she asked. The way she said 'pleasure' sent a chill up my spine as it was sexy as hell. Drinking half my fourth glass of wine, I retold my journey here to America. She asked a couple of questions through my story and then asked, "And what brings you here today?" Looking at my phone, I saw my light flashing, which I must have miss ed during my storytelling. I grabbed my phone and said, "My so-called new friends." Entering my password, I read my message. It was just two words: April Fools Well, Damn.