I pointed this out to Mrs O and we decided to start the proceedings right there and then so i put my hand on her thigh and inched the hem of her skirt... up until i could touch her pussy through her panties. She parted her thighs to give me better access and i managed to slip a finger inside her panties and into her pussy which was already very wet. The Woman behind the bar seemed oblivious to all of this and sat there watching the TV as i continued to finger fuck my wife. Mrs O was trying to get. But I learned to recognize the signs, the tells, that meant a guy was interested. He didn’t have to be gay. I preferred straight men. I was always on top, the dominant one, and most guys seemed to accept that.All except Cliff, who’d been foreman on a construction job I’d worked in the past. I looked him up, we had a few drinks, and I told him about my bi thing. He perked up. It seemed he’d always had a man crush on me. It didn’t take much persuading to get him into bed.Cliff was big, and even. Like the guy was hungry. Carter had a mind to ask Aron if he had dinner. He surely didn’t want to serve as a replacement.“Seeing you there,” Aron pulled him closer, and tongued him deep again, making him feel weak to the knees. “Hearing you say it like that,” he added, as soon as he cut Carter a small breather. “Just made me want to fuck you,” Aron pressed him against the door, catching his hands in a deft grip and pulling them up.Carter arched his back, his breathing shallow, caught in his. I couldn’t help but watch her butt as it swayed as if she were now a full grown woman. It was hard to think of her now as my sweet 16 year old daughter, for she was now my lover as well. When we got to the master bed room door Jane broke into a run and did a flying summersault onto the bed, her strawberry blond locks strewn wildly over the black satin coverlet she had chosen. It sent a shudder through me as the other two escorted me to the bed as they checked out the new four poster bed and.