Apparently, that would be in July, when Edmonton had an exhibition game at BC.My job was progressing to the satisfaction of my new boss, Rory O'Bannon..., an expatriate Irishman from Galway. His thick Irish accent was a source of entertainment to me, but I had to listen carefully to catch exactly what he was saying. I was working in the logistics department and it was fascinating. I likened it to juggling eight or nine balls in the air at one time. I knew this was going to be a challenge, but I. But that was a different time in our lives, and we never got it to come together. But what's that have to do with this?" Because it's happening again, Brandon. I'm falling in love with you again, even if you are my brother. So what does that make me? A lesbian? I don't think so. Obviously, I'm not heterosexual, because I really do love being with Celeste. So what's left?" Bisexual?" Brandon advanced."And can you handle that? Or should I leave now, before you throw me out? Because if you did, I. As I set my feet on the floor I saw my shorts lying beside the bed on the bedroom floor. In the corner of the room was a cracked door which made its way into the master bathroom. Needing to piss, I grabbed my shorts and walked through the door to find the wife who had seduced me sitting on the toilet still undressed and sniffing her fingers. "I'm sorry," I said. "Forgive me for intruding, I didn't know you were in here." She quickly put her hand down alongside her other hand which was tucked. As she watched my movements in definite passion, I worked my own fingers around my tight sphincter and then I too started to slip an oily finger inside. It felt at once erotic and exotic. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. I was doing it for Heather, who was enjoying watching me by the look of passion in her eyes, but I found I was enjoying it too. As I watched Heather's hand she slid the finger in and out of her ass in rhythm with the gyration the toy in her pussy. I started to stroke.