It was rather crowded and noisy and I was eager to show her my place, so we left around 10 and got home. I showed her bedroom and she said she wanted ...a shower, so I left her to her own devices and went to open a bottle. I was sitting drinking some wine, my mind churning with thoughts that keep crowding into my head and which I kept pushing to the back. We hadn't talked about her lovelife or anything as yet and I didn't know if my brother would have told her I was lesbian. Anyway she came. When she reached down between my legs, I instinctively spread them for her. Soon, I was turning off the water and pulling her to the bed. We grabbed a couple of towels and dried off, then fell onto the bed in a 69 position. After climaxing several times each, I never looked back. When my fiancé finally figured it out, and demanded I choose, I broke off the engagement. I told Linda that I had had a couple of longer term relationships since then, mostly with women, but one with a man. I. ‘Yes,’ he murmured. ‘We’re going to enjoy using this one.’I gasped at his words, shocked at his bold statement. I wondered if I should leave. But at some point, without me noticing, the other man’s hands had shifted and he was holding me tightly back against him, one hand in my hair, one hand on my throat holding my chin high so that my head arched back.‘Good bitch,’ said the man behind me straight into my ear, while I moaned and wondered if I should yell out to stop them. But I loved how they. Paul reached up, pushing my shirt up my stomach with smooth hands, the feel of their warmth sending shivers up my spine. I took the memo and held the material of my shirt up around my chest, gripping it tighter than was necessary. He fumbled around with the button of my jeans in his haste before finally managing to undo it and reach for the zipper. I had fantasized about this moment for years, always picturing Irina to be the one to first take my cock into her mouth. This was better, better by.