He loved to stretch me with his fingers, lick me anywhere he wanted. He wanted me to call him "boss" when we were in the bedroom. He was never cruel, ...ut he was always dominant. For example, when I was a little tight, he wouldn't just ram his eight and a half up my ass, he would work me, always allow me to adjust, but it still hurt...until it didn't. Derrick would cum like a geyser. And he was loud as hell. My neighbors would sometimes complain with little knocks on the wall because we would. They lived together and slept together. I liked them both as friends and would never do anything to come between them. That, I didn't want.If this was to happen, I was sure it would be Steve, who, from what he had said in the past, was bisexual though it was back in high school when he had his last girl. Brian, on the other hand, had told me he was only experienced with other guys, never a girl.So, I decided that maybe we had all had enough wine for me to risk actually proposing that my. We showered and dressed and I headed back to the kitchen, made some coffee and I was reading the newspaper when Jenn sauntered into the room holding her head."I have such a bad headache. Jason, do you know where the Tylenol is?"Fortunately, it was Saturday so she didn't have to go to work and had time to recover. She found a couple of pills, swallowed them and sat down at the table. I made breakfast for all of us. Sarah, who had gone to her room to change, came out dressed in shorts and a. "Did Princess Stacy make a little present for Mommy like she promised?"Amanda was back a moment later and picked me up. For once she seemed tobe taking care not to smush everything."Yes," I told her with a grimace."Good baby!" she told me before getting the traditional diaper changeritual out of the way. Peeing in the diaper wasn't so bad, but I reallywasn't a fan of pooping necessarily. The stickiness... I tried to findthat frame of mind of the toddler who didn't mind but had a hard timetoday.