Lipstick stain

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M.I.L.F. Freak. Allow me to elaborate.

Was taking a stroll because I often can't get to sleep. Depending on the city sometimes I find trouble along the way. I was walking pass the various clubs and cantinas when I see a bouncing, blond beaut up ahead. There was her and another blond woman - both mature women but still with the fire to make a 19 year old pop a woody...id est, M.I.L.F.s - smug in their care-free security among homosexual men (clearly fag hags?) and this group was directly in my path.

A fellow stripper was standing outside and he and I chatted. While the group of fags/fag hags deliberated over entering the bar or not, Blondie took a drunken shine to the Mexican stripper - short like me - and I overheard her say something about licking puss. That's when I said, "No, YOUR friends need to know about licking puss." What?! gasped she and a very tall, very blond man. (Note: I know what it sounds like but, no, the rest of the bunch were dark haired.) I repeated myself and they both laughed. 

Now homegirl squeezes on me - bye-bye short Mexican stripper! - and launches into a wild story about dancing up the block with a street pole where, then, an old man comes over with a mop. Wet! I growled. "YOU get that, right? You know he wasn't mopping up sweat!" She laughs her ass off and I make like I'm going to lick her juicy ass titties right there. I also hold her tighter because I likes the feel of those puppies pushing against me...and because she might've fallen down otherwise. Blondie was three-sheets-to-the-wind yet the bulging roundies cresting from her strapless black dress (classy freak) were more important. I hate hugs but one makes exceptions."C'mon let's go in," she shouts, linking her arm in mine. "Guys let's go in here. Whoo!" Indeed. She reminded me of a non-virtual Nina Hartley: mature, blond, ample apple round breasts, and still very doable.

Inside the bar Blondie was even crazier and Tall Blond kept reprimanding her to behave...when he was chatting me up. We'd make an odd couple but, apparently, the contrasts turned him on because he kept talking TO me no matter how hard I tried to flirt with her or divert my attention to the main stage. But Tall Blond was no troll: striking blue eyes, distinguished jaw, early 30s, nice skin and über smooth. Competitive swimmer? No, he answered, Laser hair removal. "Everywhere. Everywhere you see," pausing, "including my hole." I thought I used my internal voice but apparently he heard me affirm, "Yum! I love to rim a smooth ass!" Doh!

Long story short: Blondie was becoming a bit too tipsy (drunk girls don't do it for me) and mercurial AND she got lipstick on my shirt. Bitch. Cock-teasing M.I.L.F. bitch. The following morning I went online to learn how to remove lipstick. In the meantime I said good-bye to Tall Blond who also was tipsy but not as tipsy as she and was better company, besides. So I scored no lay; but, boo-hoo, I fucked twice that day already. So I strolled back to my bed musing over M.I.L.F. tits v laser smooth manhole v ...lipstick stain.