I knew the signs and I knew that we would be at each other as soon as we got home."What are you thinking?"I looked up to see Candy sitting across from... me. I had been so lost in my vision of her being fucked by the man she was dancing with that I hadn't heard the music stop. I shrugged, smiled and said, "Nothing, just sitting her in an alcoholic fog." Oh no baby, I know that look. It's your contemplative look and it's the same look I've seen on your face all night when I was out dancing. I want. She let out a small sigh, then quickly checked to see if anyone had heard her."Dam, I'll go crazy at this rate."She swivelled her chair around and sat bolt upright as a chill swept across her pussy. Her panties had been lightly rubbing against her newly shaved snatch all day long, and had made it very sensitive. Checking to make sure no one was looking her way then tried swivelling the chair back to the left."Umph!" she moaned out as she felt her pussy twinge from her panties silky touchThis. It was the guy from next door. Wanda told me to stay still and not open it. He knocked again…I looked through the peephole and he held up a bottle of vodka and a bottle of green apple schnapps. "DON"T OPEN IT", Wanda whispered rather loudly…"I heard that", came his voice from the other other side of the door.At that point we were busted and I opened the door. Wanda gasped loudly and grabbed the towel from the kitchen counter to cover herself as best she could. "May I join you two for a. Before that I was as homophobic as most men I knew. The sight or thought of some swishy gay guy sent chills down my spine. I'd had friends who were gay in my 34 years, but they weren't too queenie. At worst they were effeminate, but still seemed mostly male. I just never could understand being attracted to another man. I'd always loved -- and still love -- women. I earned a reputation as a good lover by being attentive to my partners' needs, not just 'getting off' and then, getting off. I.