”I laughed and agreed, saying, “True, that is a deeply touching and intimate moment, definitely not something I share with many... or any, for tha...t matter. I really appreciate your help.” I paused, then plunged; my curiosity wouldn’t allow me to let it pass. “Can I ask you guys something? Are you two both bi?”Lynn wriggled against me, as if hesitant to answer, but said, “Yes, but just with each other; I’ve never been with any other woman.”Tori agreed. “Me either, just Lynn.”“Babe, how come you. Her shoes slipped off as he carried her to his bed. She laid there motionless as he took off her tights and saw her black bikini with a matching bra. He went to the dresser and picked up the strawberries and placed them on the bed. His hands were cold against Elena’s smooth skin. He felt her thighs and worked his way up. He removed her panties and held them to his nose, the smell was as sweet as the smell of crutch could be. She sat down and pressed her lips against his, then placed her tongue. However, with my permission (we were, and still are, in an open relationship) he still continued to take other dicks and bone lots of pussy, and I spilled a shitload of sperm to his stories about his slutty adventures. That summer, a year after we started officially going out, I decided that I couldn’t last any longer without seeing my baby, face to face. By some act of providence, when I told my parents about Trent (leaving out some of the more lascivious details) they agreed to let me fly. She volunteered to help and together we finally got my costume on. I turned to her and joked, ‘You are a very good little girl for helping Santa, and I will have a special present for you under the tree.’ ‘Oh thank you Santa, I always wanted a special present.’ She joked back to me. We were sitting and talking when my wife returned. I told her how I couldn’t get into costume alone and how this lady helped me. ‘Hi June, I’m glad you came to his rescue. Are you ready James the c***dren.