Susan looked up and said Oh honey you tasted so good and went back to her task of pleasing her young lover. A man was walking past and I motioned for... him to come and watch. He just stood there. I told him that it was alright. He walked over and stood next to the table and said holy shit this is hot. Susan spread her legs so that he had a good view of her wet little snatch and ran her fingers through her lips. Lesly opened her eyes and saw him standing there and reached over and started rubbing. I punched out and headed toward the street when Becky and her daughter pulled up."Did you forget about coming for dinner?" Becky asked pleasantly."I guess I did." I said as I got in the car.A few minutes later we were at Becky's trailer. I could not help but think of the last time I was here. Becky smiled as she showed me to the bathroom which was near the bed we had fucked on so recently.She stuck out her tongue at me and then headed to the kitchen. After washing up I walked back to the living. The paranoia that afflicts all too many 'security consultants' (even those who've become long-haul truck drivers) had led Steve to wonder if the airheads were really as dumb as they acted. He'd gotten sufficiently worried about it to ask Charlene; she'd reluctantly agreed with his description of the other women's mental state, which meant that either they really were that dumb, or she was in on the scam. He'd fought down the paranoia, and convinced himself that everything around him really was. Soon I was texting back and forth setting up a location. I texted the name of the restaurant I was at, and asked if was close enough. The text reply was yes and what about a place to actually fuck. I texted back that I would be at the motel across from the restaurant.The text I received next was a question I had not gave much thought to. I was asked if the sex or orientation of the respondent mattered. I answered, as long as YOU want to GET fucked, then I was ok with that, being I am a bisexual.