***“Oh, come on,” Allison said teasingly, sipping her iced tea. Dinner was over and the girls had gone off to the beach to swim. Allison and I wer... sitting on the patio watching the sun take a header for the far horizon.“Even Danielle said it was pretty,” she added, chuckling softly.“Ahhhh, was she talking about the tattoo ... or your ... pussy?” I asked with a smile.She didn’t answer for a moment. She looked at me quizzically.“You DO know,” I asked quietly, “ ... Danielle’s bisexual,. I thought Brooke was going to kill her. She damn near threw her beer at this lady. I was doing my best to drag Brooke out of the bar before someone called the cops. We decided to go back to my house. Brooke still lived with her parents. She was a few years younger than me. She was 22 and I was 25 at the time. When we finally made it back to my place, I offered her a beer. We sat on the couch and talked. She told me she had felt the same way for a while, but she was scared to speak up for the. I raised my right hand back up from my date’s chest a bit and felt the soft flesh of her shoulder above the low neckline of her blouse. I explored her skin and allowed my fingers to explore down inside her blouse ever so slightly each time I rubbed in that direction. I felt her hand move, under my left hand, on my thigh and I guided it along as it tested my acceptance of it moving higher.In one motion she adjusted herself in her seat and reached up with her right hand and, grabbing my right. I must be honest and tell you that the times my wifehad passed out by the time we got home I did enjoyundressing her and putting her to bed. I used to puther on the bed and then go and get myself a nightcap,lock up the house, and get myself ready for bed.After undressing her I would spread her out on the bed.As you said there was always a temptation to squeezeher boobs and finger her cunt. We kept a candle in thebedroom , for use in power cuts, and sometimes I usedit as a toy. Other times I.