Otherwise, the animal does not understand. The mind, on some level, knows what it needs, and it begins to reach out for it. It hungers and it thirsts....It starves, sometimes to death. Wakahisa-san was certainly a pretty girl, but she was just that: a girl, probably about the age of Shimizu’s son, maybe younger. Still, sometimes when he looked at her, his gaze would slide along the smooth surface of her cheekbone, out to her ear. She wore earrings sometimes, only studs when on duty, and at first. ‘I think I just want to be a girl for girls’ she said. ‘That’s ok too Sissy’ I purred as I pulled her to me and kissed her probing her mouth with my tongue. ‘That would make us lesbians’ I giggled as I pushed backwards causing her to sit on the edge of the bed. Kissing her again I pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties down her legs and over her feet. I slid to the floor between her legs and started to lick her sweet little boypussy until it was sopping wet, I moved back to her cockette. ' I stopped short realizing that I was about to say older women and that those words can eventually, down the line come to upset or alienate women who may be aware they are older but not necessarily wish to be reminded of it. 'Well.....what do you prefer? Men? Have I picked the only Gay in the pub? I am such an idiot sometimes, I have a knack of doing this' 'Nooooo' I said quickly. 'I meant I prefer....' I stopped again, 'what do you mean you picked?' all of a sudden her words had registered. I stay close behind her, my lights illuminating the interior of her vehicle.She appears to watch the road carefully and make certain her speed is just below the limit, while she peers intently into the darkness and the unfamiliar surroundings trying to find the road to turn onto. I am familiar with this route from my previous investigations and know exactly where she needs to turn. Suddenly she makes a quick right turn. This is not the road she should have turned onto. I let her drive a mile or.