On friday night two weeks ago I bumped into the two of them in a pub in Stirling, they were out to celebrate Jane's 60th birthday. I had just finishe... my work so I was still dressed in my manky working clothes, so after having a quick pint and a chat with them I left to go home, Elaine had mentioned what pubs they were heading to later and suggested I come back after getting washed and changed, I really could not be bothered but with the possible chance of getting my hole and it was my. Luckily, every faggot boy, I knew and called was mine and I fucked and fucked and fucked all of them to satisfy my cock and now for little over a week, I had wanted to fuck a pussy. I dare not say, I had started hating or unloving the gay ass but now I needed pussy and nothing but pussy.I do not know, about other bisexuals, but somehow I had my clock set in a way that I would want a cunt or an ass, when I wanted. Nothing else could quench my cock’s desire to satisfaction and then like a. We'd made a slumber bed out of comforters and pillows, made a big bowl of popcorn, and put a movie in the DVD player. That was all window dressing though, and excuse to lay side-by-side in the dark, whispering harmless secrets while we waited for the inevitable."You can touch me," I breathed, pulling her hand to my breasts. "I want you to." Alright," Lauren whispered, covering my open mouth with hers and squeezing my left boob through my top and bra.It wasn't long before her hand slipped. Armstrong nodded his head. "I found out purely by chance, I was driving home after dropping a friend off at the airport when I noticed a young fellow in a tracksuit carrying a bag and looking just a little suspicious. Even then I never gave it a thought until the following day when I found out a young girl had been tied to her bed ready to be sexually assaulted until her assailant apparently had second thoughts. That tied in with an event that happened near the market where the girl actually.