She opened the door and walked out. The doctor chased after her asking her to come back.

"Had enough, huh?" the receptionist asked as Peg passed her. Then she called. "Wait, I'll come with you."

Dr. Arnold was left with a red face as both women walked out of the office. On the street, the receptionist introduced herself. Her name was Clair and she asked Peg to have a cup of coffee with her and Peg said she would.

"How did you get that job?" Peg asked her as they sipped coffee.

"I started out just like you. I came to him for help with a problem I have."

"Have? You mean you still have the problem?" Peg asked.

"Well, I'm still a lesbian, but I don't consider it a problem anymore. Now my main problem is the crazy guy I work for."

Peg was interested in Clair. If she decided that her problem wasn't really a problem either, then she would be fine, and maybe she would have some fun that she was denying herself now.

"You mean, you still make it with other women, and just intend to keep on doing it?" Peg asked her.

"Oh, yeah," Clair said in a dreamy sigh. Her eyes seemed to glaze over and she rested her head on her hands. "There's nothing I like better than sinking my face in a nice, juicy cunt. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water," she said with a shiver.

Peg was surprised at the woman's candid statement..

"I still like to make it with men too," the lesbian continued, "but a chick knows how to take care of a chick's needs, you know. And it's so nice to lay your head on a big, soft tit. Mmm."

Peg was surprised to feel the same current of pleasure run through her as she felt when she thought about her son and his big prick. Could it be that she could get enjoyment out of lesbian love too? If so, this might be her big chance. She looked at Clair closer than she had before and noticed that

her tits were firm and almost as big as her own. Her face was pretty and her hair was short and shiny black.