Finally I couldn't stand it any longer. After finishing off my second glass of wine and setting it down, I promptly jumped onto his lap straddling him... and began passionately kissing him! He said "it's about time you jumped me you little fuck slut, I don't know what you've been waiting for!" I could feel his massive cock growing in his jeans! I raised my arms and let the tank top ride up over my breasts. He pulled the flimsy top over my head an I was now naked from the waist up. He grasped my. . He chuckled at her response.Tsk, tsk, tsk ... you should know the answer to that, Agent Richards... She put her hand on his flaccid cock and stroked him. "I want you hard."He put his hands on her breasts and pinched her nipples. Not what I meant and you know it... He grinned as he growled again, "How do you want me?"Diana grinned with him as she sat down on the bed. She grasped his hips to turn him around, putting his crotch right in front of her face. She ran her hands up and down his. And we went to make an agreement to ‘share’ him as long as we wished. He wasn’t too sure of a long-term relationship and we weren’t willing for a fight that could cause damage to our friendship. And if there was one girl I trusted to be with him, it was her.For the first six months and perhaps a year, it was the best of the worlds for us, but the as the time goes by, that situation went from sugar to sour. We did like to have Ron as our boyfriend, but still we had to realize if he would pick. But now, take breasts for example (and I wish I could.) If I had some (two) of my own, I wouldn't want some smelly, whiskery old man putting his bald head in my face while he gnawed on my nipples like a dog on a bone. I think if I looked down and saw his ear full of hair I would vomit. I would much prefer to rub my tits against those of another soft female and feel her ruby lips as they danced on my skin.I recently read an excellent story by a bi woman, about two women, neighbors, having sex..