”The Labrador stopped licking and mounted her. Hisforelegs lock around her waist and he started humping,but his cock was too low, it was jabbing...into one thighthen the other. Bobbie’s hands spread Allison’s kneesfurther apart lowering her backside, the pointed cockprodding everywhere, but not where Allison desperatelywanted it. Bobbie took hold of it, guiding it in.Feeling the cock penetrate, Allison moaned in ecstasy,the dog’s forelegs tightened their grip; his. Relieved, I stepped toward the dancefloor and scanned the crowd. My confidence grew as I saw a mishmash of outfits from outlandish clown costumes to indecently skimpy clubbing gear. There were also people dressed in jeans and T-shirt, like me. I’d fit in. I’d blend in with the crowd. And what a crowd it was; the place was heaving. Every chair seemed occupied, every table littered with bottles and glasses, every inch of dance floor, with its swirling colours and strobing lights, crowded with. You did very well by her.”“I liked her. I liked kissing her.”“Have you always been bisexual?”“Just since Jeremy got us enrolled in the swingers’ group. Most of the women there don’t mind eating out or being eaten by another woman. Jeremy discovered a couple of bisexual men in the group, and they’d go off and do their thing while I did mine.”Renee turned to Bob, and kissed his chest. “Do you think I’m stuck up and on a pedestal now? Do you think I could fit into The Circle? I really did love. ”“That’ll never happen,” said Tracy.“Why not do it if it’s okay with both of us?” I was staring at her tits at the time, or as much as her blouse and bra would allow me to see. “It’s not okay, Spencer. It’s like those disclaimers they add at the end of the stories: Reading about a fantasy is okay but trying to act them out is just plain wrong.” I sighed with resignation. Tracy was right, of course. Even so, I didn’t want this to be over. I couldn’t be sure but I thought there was a.