You would think after two damn years I would be over it. Well, I’m not. Every day that goes by, I still think of Miranda. I still see her long wavy ...ark brown hair flowing over her shoulders, the dark eyes shining on a perfectly slender face with thin lips that formed her tender mouth that I used to kiss smiling gently. I see her every day in my mind and the feelings I had when she was here with me are still just as strong as the day she left. I even imagine, even fantasize, that she is beside. The real problem was, she continued to watch my eyes and waited for an answer.I knew her patience wasn’t endless; we couldn’t just stand there forever. She proved it when she squirmed against me again and said, “I won’t be upset if you were thinking about Jordan.”I may have been confused about whether to tell her the truth or not before, but her statement didn’t help me any. She had talked about asking Jordan to join us earlier, but she’d been joking, right?I had been raised to believe that. " Did you sleep well?" Yes, very well."He pointedly looked me up and down. "Wow, you look sharp." That was a little uncomfortable, I thought. I'm used to getting those kinds of looks from guys at work, but from my father-in-law?"Oh, thanks. Listen, I've gotta get going." Okay, I'll see you tonight."********When I got home, Irene greeted me quietly, a glass of bourbon in her hand."Hi, Beth, how was your day?" Oh, fine, same as usual." Bill went to the store to pick up something for dinner. Would. Or rather in my cock, now raring to fuck. Was I attracted to both men and women because I was aroused or was I always bisexual? “That’s enough,” I said, standing up and dropping my Speedo. My cock was hard as steel. The women had to take their turn. “I’ll remove Lynette’s pussy cover,” I volunteered my services. Lynette laid on the recliner and lifted her behind to give me access to her bikini bottom. Slowly, savoring every moment I pulled the tiny piece of cloth over her hips. At first it.