”Angie cocked her head and looked at me, “Are you breaking up with Melody?”“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I said, shaking my head. “Th...ngs between Jocelyn and me aren’t simple and never can be, because of how close we’ve always been, and because of what happened last Summer.”“Because you love her so much?”I nodded, “But it’s weird, you know. It doesn’t feel like I’m in love with her, you know, all romantic and stuff.”Angie laughed, “You aren’t exactly the romantic type, Mike! I mean, you know. Angie and I had it designed to exact specifications when we had the space remodeled. We call it the Fuck Me Room. It's mainly used by customers to try on clothes, like any other changing room ... but it's also our own personal space for when we want to spend some quality time with a girl or woman who's up for sexy fun.For starters, it's twice as large as the other changing rooms, with a floor spacious enough to stretch out on. We had extra-soft shag carpet put in, the light switch has a dimmer. My mistress pushes me the head between the thighs, still gleaming of my saliva and her sweat. It is her first orgasm! Others do not delay following. Exhausted, she releases her embrace on my head. My face is completely soaked with its delicious cyprine. I had a rough time more. Dripping with sweat, Marie-Andrée takes back gradually her normal breath.Taking advantage of this brief calm, I seize the small jar of jam of rose petals which I brought for the occasion. Whoever tasted this refined dish. Then lowered his mouth to my cock and soon we were both sucking loudly at each other,s lovely big cocks like old experienced gay lovers. Of course we were both bi sexual as I learned Mick liked cock almost as much as hot pussy and was just as good at cock sucking as wife Sarah. I,d only been pleasuring Mick for about ten minutes when he exploded and Inhad to struggle to avoid choking on his heavy load of baby gravy and it was only then I realised I was cumming as well and Mick was slurping down.