Where did you learn to do that?"Bill was smiling from ear to ear, his face covered in Cheryl's cunt juice. She was complimenting him. "I don't know. L...ts of reading I guess," he replied."Well, you certainly know what you're doing. Everything was perfect. Let's go into the bedroom to continue." As Bill helped Cheryl get off the table, she again looked at his body. His cock was hard and throbbing. On his face was a stupid little grin. "What are you grinning about Bill?"What was he grinning about?. ‘Dee please listen to me, I can explain’ you said feverishly. ‘No, I don’t want to hear your bullshit anymore. Fuck you, and don’t ever try and find me again!’ I ran out of the room and to my car. I drove back to my apartment that I hadn’t seen in a few months, a life that I forgot existed. He had conquered me and all I could think about is him. With every once of my body I trusted him. With every ounce I loved him and wanted to be his little slut for the rest of my life. I crawled into my. We awoke next morning and I was feeling really quite sticky from all the sex we’d had, so went to take a shower and clean myself up. Kay came in to join me and we started bathing and lathering each other up at which point Jon came in to see if he could be of any assistance.Seeing both of us all soapy, he said, “I think I’ll slide in-between you two slippery gals and help myself to some more of those sweet sexy pussies. What d’yall say?”We looked at each other and then at him saying almost in. This struck me as unusual, but the whole scene was definitely arousing. The scene certainly had a gay tinge to it, but I found myself not caring. I had never had a problem with homosexuality and involvement with the theatre had gotten me used to open displays of it. I found myself wondering about the taste of cock, about the feel of an ass. Was it anything like being inside a pussy? Magda had been watching with me and we had been kissing and touching each other. I now slipped her dress down to.