As she put the kettle on I looked at her, she was slightly chubby, big breasted, and wearing blue pants a blue blouse and a blue cardigan. As she made...the drinks she said “Follow me” we went into the lounge and sat on the settee. We talked about this and that for a while and then she said “Do you do this often” I replied “Yes actually”.I took her cup off her and placed it on the coffee table, then I side faced her and put my arm over her shoulders, leaning in I gently kissed her, after a couple. How soft and gentle Mandy's bare body felt!"e;Now, we keep our legs tightly together and you press your legs and feet against mine,"e; she directed. "e;We'll have to keep our ankles together as closely as though they've been tied if this is going to workooooOO!"e; she exclaimed, suddenly and breathlessly. As I was following her instructions, our breasts had shifted slightly, causing our nipples to touch. It sent a thrill through me, and, judging by her reaction, Mandy had also been affected by. Living in the mountains, I found myself a nice little hill where I can sit in the back of pick up truck, see the stars, and enjoy the flask I bought a while back and sip on my dad’s jack. Just a moment to take a breath, enjoy no stress, and no worries. Just me, the stars, and jack.Tonight was a beautiful night, laying in the back of my truck and watching the stars, and just keeping warm on a brisk night. I feel myself just drifting away from the world, and hiding in my own little hideaway.. I didn’t have time for dating. I still felt drawn to both girls and guys, but I put that stuff in the background. I was sexless, until I met Hassan Hussein. A tall, good-looking Black man originally from the City of Toronto, Ontario. He moved to Detroit to study business administration at Wayne State University. Hassan and I met in the library of WSU, where I worked to make some extra cash. The first time I looked at him, I just knew. I knew then and there that I was definitely bisexual..