My heart sank. Oh shit. She had read about my bi-fantasies.I stood there with my pants half down and cock out, contemplating how my life would be much...different in just a few minutes when this guy arrived. I pulled my pants up, I was at least going to maintain some dignity and answer the door with clothes on.As if prompted by my embarrassment there was a knock at the door.In the bedroom my girlfriend squealed in joy, "Its happening! Good thing I shaved my pussy tonight!"At least she was having. ”“Have you heard from Carla?” Bethany asked.“Not since she asked for your phone number. I figured you told her to stay away from me.”“No, not at all. I did tell her that she needed to get her head on straight before she pursued any kind of relationship with anyone. I talked to her last week and she’s still seeing the counselor, which is a good thing. Hopefully, she’ll be able to get over it easier because a rape didn’t actually happen, though you never know how someone will be psychologically. “Yes, Mark, just like that. Do whatever you feel is good, I’m sure you will please me.”I slid my tongue over her wet pussy and was pleasantly surprised at the taste. Can’t really describe it. As I slowly licked at her pussy, her hand slid through my hair. I felt comfortable and loved the way she made me feel.“Slip a finger inside my pussy too. It’ll make me feel even better.”I did as I was told, sliding my finger deep inside her wet hole. She gasped and grabbed a handful of my hair. I sucked. "Now, don't fight and you won't get hurt!" Frank told her, releasing her wrists and preparing to disrobe.Breathing hard and continually looking around as if seeking an escape route, Betty watched as Frank hastily removed his clothes. As he stripped off his shorts to reveal the full dimensions of his huge, desire-bloated penis, Betty gasped hard and stared at it with a mixture of fear and fascination. He could see her eyes drinking in the entire length of his throbbing muscle and the two heavy,.