“Maybe, but the difference is, I like feeling some dick in me after I get my clit licked.”
“So do I honey and so did Desireé,” India agreed. “She and I have shared a man, too.”
“I thought you said Roland was impotent?”
“He's not the only dick in town.”
“Did you two ever share Rasheed Damali?”
“Yes,” India frowned.
“Why you say it like that?”
“I didn't like him.”
“Why?”
“Because Desireé was in love with him.”
“Were you in love with her?”
“Yes.”
Damn, Dez, you just had all these women sprung. “Can you tell me anything about him?” Carmen asked.
“Like what?” India asked.
“Like, was he involved with somebody, or something that could have caused her death?”
“No.”
“Well what can you tell me about him?”
“Only that she loved him.”
“You know where he was from? Anybody he knew?”
“We didn't spend a lot of time talking,” India flirted.
“I guess he never brought along a fourth to y’all’s threesome?”
“He wanted to once, but Desireé wouldn't have it. She said a fourth would take attention away from her. And Desireé liked being the center of affection.”
“That's sounds like Dez.”
“Didn't you say you had a man coming over tonight?”
“Yes, what about it?”
“All this talk has got me craving to feel some dick.”
“And.”
“I was thinking maybe I could stay for dinner and we could all play afterwards.”
“I don't think so, India. That's not what I had in mind for tonight.”
“Okay then, Carmen,” India said as she got up from the couch. “I'm going to go now. See if I can't find a couple of people to play with me.”