All of a sudden we started to talk about sexuality. She told me that she was bisexual. When we got bored, she had a deck of cards and she asked me to ...play a card game with her. I accepted her invitation. She told me the rules… if the five cards I had in my hand beat the ones in her hand… (like in poker) I had to tell her what she had to do, like truth or dare, but with dare only. It also worked vice versa. I thought about it and I started to get really curious. My hand actually beat hers. She. .. What am I supposed to do now?racheI'm so Numb, er ... gettin Dumb, er ... all the time2009-07-21Wow ... I usually try to write my blog notes offline because the internet café here is right next to the bar where I like to hang out. Usually I hang out for awhile, go internet for awhile, then hang out some more. If I try to do my blog entries, or do anything more complicated than answer emails and yes/no questions, I usually end up embarrassing myself.The proof is in the pudding.So, I take back. Once again I boarded the bus for the long trip south from Portland to tiny Weed, CA, a dusty little town straddling the Oregon-California border. I was so happy to see Dan and Betty anxiously waiting for me when the bus finally groaned to a halt. After so many summers together, these two were really like the family I had always wanted to belong to. I rushed off the bus into their embrace, and we spent the 2 hour drive back to their ranch talking non-stop. Their property was surrounded by the. Beth watched me as my balls and penis bounced with my steps. She was smiling. Then she climbed the stairs and I watched her breasts jiggle through her shirt. Her breasts are small but soft and bouncy. And with the nipples erect, it exaggerated the motion. I opened the door to our bedroom. Beth mentioned something about forbidden territory. I pulled back the covers, took off my shirt and laid myself down. Beth took her shirt off and lay down on my wife’s side. I turned toward her on my side and.