Why, I’m not even sure if I’m bi. I’m sorry if I disappoint you, but I just don’t know what to think." As I felt my face turning red, Jayne lo...ked into my eyes. Her expression turned to compassion. She shook her head back and forth as she spoke softly, but authoritatively, to me, "Babe, from what I’ve seen, you're surely bi and maybe lez; and if you don't understand that you're only deceiving yourself." Her fingers reached out and combed my hair from my eyes as I watched her take a sip of her. The hand let go, and patted my straining rump approvingly before leaving the scene.Roz was breathing quickly, rhythmic moans beginning to form in her throat. Suddenly her legs straightened, her feet pointing up at the ceiling, and spread as far apart as she could in order to open herself up for my cock to penetrate her to the farthest end of her cunny. It was squeezing me in a regular pattern now and I felt my balls preparing to shoot my morning load."Huff – fuck – huff – me – huff – huff –. ” I did. I had held it in, but I couldn’t hold back now. Looking back, it seems strange that I would cry on a stranger’s shoulder. But she wasn’t a stranger. She was the closest friend I had ever had, next to Karen. Often when people stop seeing each other, it isn’t that they fall out of love. They just find someone they love even more. Sue and I had done that, had each married happily, raised families, and now were alone again. The circle of life. Here we were, holding each other and crying.. She was 26 yrs old and came to Bangalore recently. As she is from AP, language isn’t a barrier and we mixed up very well quickly. I gave a boxer of mine and a t-shirt and she looked damn sexy in that.After some time of chatting and light touchings, we started to drink Blenders pride. I don’t know before but she was a hell of a drinker which made her give me more pleasure in sex. After 3 pegs, I asked shall we go to the bedroom.She said ok and we went and started slowly. She took initiative and.