She introduces herself, and the show, in a fun-filled squeaky Lancashire accent. “Hello, and welcome to another edition of ‘The United Kingdom of ...oo’. I’m Renae Russell, and this gorgeous boy is my lover, Logan ... And this week we’re in Watford, to meet with a very kinky lady, who’s been waiting a long time to fulfill her fantasy...”We cut to a shot of the big doors at the front of the building – one of them opens and a middle-aged, bordering on older, lady steps out. Grey/blonde hair tied up. Mom brought me up on her own and we were very close. She did not have boyfriends until I was old enough to stay home alone. She eventually did have a few boyfriends, but never had them to stay and always returned home at night. In retrospect our relationship was odd, but at the time I thought the way we behaved at home was normal. Mom would walk around the house in bra and panties. Her slim tight bottom and firm g****fruit sized breasts (clothed) were simply something I never noted. He just looked at me with that infuriating smirk. I balled up my fists and fought to keep myself from shaking too much as my anger grew. “You have no right to kiss me.” “Sweetheart, I work in a bar. I see women in all kinds of moods, with all kinds of issues. I know exactly what you need. You came in here looking for something…a wild experience to take your mind off your problems. Well, I’m your guy. I can give it to you.” “I don’t want you to give me anything,” I spat out. “Just leave me the. "C'mon Cam," Sasha continued as she darted her tongue out and licked Janelle's ear, "You know you want to."My mind was being overloaded. There was far too much sensory input here to process. Even minutes after fucking, a scene like this just blew my mind. Like any other right-minded heterosexual male, I loved lesbians. But these were lesbians that wanted to include me too, which was fantastic. Lesbians were great, but bisexuals were better. As much as I wanted to join in, I couldn't move. My.