While Carol never complained, I felt awful about it and spent the next few days in bed trying to make it up to her. Leaning forward she shimmied her ...reast across my astonished face. "I know you don't." Giving me that wicked smile, "But trust me, you got one hell of a blow job that night and it wasn't from me." Who was this woman? She seemed to be enjoying the hell of this. The world wouldn't stop spinning. "Oh, no! Don't you go soft on me, you bastard." Grinning, she squeezed my cock and. "That's okay, Amanda ... my first thought was to put the kettle on for a hot drink anyway, so why don't you join me?"Amanda nodded her thanks and so Miranda led her inside to her kitchen – again.She made them a hot drink and as she sat down across from Amanda – Amanda began to talk, it seemed that she really did need to get something off her chest, and Miranda really wished that she had not come to her.Peter was her brother and as Amanda hinted at things, her cheeks burned and her eyes dropped. And the longest I had gone without cumming. Thinking about what Timhad done to me made me horny. I had truly enjoyed it and wanted to do itagain. But - did that make me gay? I always considered myself straight,even though I fooled around with guys. It was fun, it was never serious,and I stayed away from my ass. But just a few days earlier, I had beggedan older man I met over the internet to fuck me. I wasn't quite sure whatto think about that. But with a week's frustration build up. The bartender gave me an approving wink as he set my drink down in front of me. I gave a silent toast to open bars and took a sip.About fifteen minutes went by before I was spotted by Chase the Problem. He was dressed as a caveman, a costume that suited him surprisingly well. His faux leopard skin costume made him look like the idiot that I had built him up to be in my mind. His glassy-looking brown eyes gazed into mine unsteadily. He had a half drunk glass in his hand while the other hand.