Touching her

"Thanks," She said.

I couldn't stand not touching those large, firm tits of hers. I scooted over closer to her, and whail she wasn't looking, I put my hand on her tit. She got a nervous look on her face. "Hey," She said, "I'm not into girls, if that's what you're into."

"Why not? ," I asked. I hoped to probe her into admitting she liked dick.

"I like guys," She said.

"Like that prune Hugh Hefner? ," I asked.

"Well not his dick," She said.

"Whatta you mean not his? ," I asked.

"He's not the only one I fuck with," She said.

"Ya know," I started, "I know some guys who have real cock - not some shriveled old penis."

"Really? ," She asked.

"Yes," I said, "I'll introduce them to ya - but you'll have to do something for me."

"Fine," She said.