I brought my head down on the shirt, taking her chest with me. I was in command now. I kept flicking the end of the nipple, occasionally grazing it or...lightly biting it with my teeth. She was holding herself up with one arm, and madly rubbing her cunt with the other. She had her index finger half way in her cunt, taking the dress with it. She started to moan, louder and louder. Then she let out a scream. I clamped my hand over her mouth. Her hips started bucking and I could see the area of her. Martin asked, “So did that save someone?”“I don’t know. They were waiting for the jaws of life,” replied Jerry. He didn’t know if his actions had helped or not. He hadn’t even thought to ask the paramedic about it.Pushing the bike into the center of the living room, Jerry looked around deciding that he would leave it there for Bill to discover when they came home that night. Martin looked over the scooter and said, “Nice. He’s going to like it.”Jerry went into his bedroom and, as he changed. Now to make things a little more clear. This story about lesbian sex is fiction. The events and characters are fictitious. The characters and events are fictitious and are not intended to represent anyone or any event in the real world. To some extent, I would also try to avoid using real places.But still, someone somewhere could have had similar experiences. If yes, then let me know in my email. I have made this story such that it completely fits in reality. The logic and reasoning will not go. That man had no interest in women at all; he would never accept to fuck my sexy wife…Ana soon insisted again, by asking me to go with her to a gay bar. We could find there a bisexual man to fuck her; as she wanted…She picked him out barely ten minutes after we got inside the place. He was a handsome guy, in his late thirties, great body in shape.My wife brought him to our table; he introduced himself as Paul and we had a little chat as we shared some drinks. My sensual wife suddenly woke up.