I waited until a race ended, then commented to one of the guys standing around the betting counter. ‘Hey that was a good finish. Someone had given m... a tip on that race, and I wasn’t smart enough to trust it!’ I emphasized the word TIP, because the whole point of that utterance was to get the listener to think about what tips they had about that day’s races. This guy had one that seemed promising, so later I unobtrusively bet on the horse the word tip had registered in that guy’s mind. Julie. What, you may ask, is the issue here? So I discovered that I’m bisexual. What of it? Given that I do not come from a religious background, that I was born and raised in a very cosmopolitan city, that I am very educated, and well-traveled, these reactions are hard to explain. Possibly my self-image was incompatible with it. It wasn’t social acceptance I needed, but self-acceptance. I could tell myself I wouldn’t do it, but deep down I knew I would succumb to my dark desires. They made me feel. All i want--' ??????? She was kissing me now. Her Lips were pressing into mine. I had shut up by then. incredibly, Lisa was working me, smooching and smacking like i had seen in a million teen movies, all while her juggs were mashing into my chest, rendering me Weak and entirely Hers. The sensations, the thoughts, the realization that this may not be happening were squashed by the audible smacks and smooches of two teenagers making out in a Gondola hallway. That was what brought me out of. Her lips slid along him in a steady rhythm and she licked the underside of his shaft with her tongue, making his dick jump every time she neared his swollen head. As soon as she started tasting pre-cum the woman pulled off and sat back with a smile, wiping her mouth and eyeing both men who sat up in anticipation. "Now it's my turn," she said and crawled back off the bed. She stood in the middle of the room and started unbuckling the dress from behind her neck while her husband moved up.