One of the menhad a brief set of Speedos on, and even on his back,his cock and balls certainly stood out. I couldn’t helpbut stare, and so it be...an. Whenever he stood, I wouldstare, I made sure we got beds close enough, I justcouldn’t take my eyes of his packet. All my fantasies regarding bisexual lustings havealways revolved around me kneeling in front of a bigcock and pleasing it. I have no wish to kiss anotherman, merely to please him. I don’t crave having my cocksucked by. He smiledat me again and set about his work. At that instant I knew hewould be fucking me at some point. I stopped to tell Tawny whather table had ordered and who had ordered what then went outinto the dining room to see if anyone needed me. All over theroom the waitresses were enduring one form of degradation oranother. A few waitresses were on there knees underneath tablessucking large black cocks or had been told the lick their femalecustomer's pussies. As I looked at their big round asses. Still, I was completely emotionally invested in a woman that I had met for just a few hours about a week ago. The pull of her being "turned to me" was completely overpowering. Dee's sweet nature helped to enhance these feelings. I was now convinced that I loved this woman as much as my others.After our tongues had dueled for a minute, Beth tapped me on the shoulder, obviously wanting her turn. I sighed and broke the kiss. Then I was treated to Beth and Dee giving me show as they lesbian tongue. The following day, I knew, I would be gastronomically spoiled by Mom’s traditional Yuletide feast. For the evening, however, I simply wanted a good, old-fashioned ‘sammich.’ And a beer. Or three. Those I already had, chilling in the fridge in my apartment. The massive grocery store was bustling with last-minute shoppers getting those ‘damn, I can’t believe I forgot’ items, as well as depressingly familiar sad-sacks such as I, who had no sexy Christmas elf to go home to. Not that Jaclyn would.