I am just a horny old man who likes women so well he easily understands how one woman could make love to another and completely ignore men. If I were ...emale, I would definitely be bi or maybe even a full lesbian.I know if I were a woman, I wouldn't want some crusty, sweaty man to stick a dripping cock in my face and expect me to suck on it. I wouldn't want a hard, knobby dick pushing in and out of my pussy or ass hole, at least not after having the same thing done to me by a nice soft woman's. All in its own good time."Samantha Edgars and her friend Rebecca Jameson had just left the community playground on a mild Saturday afternoon. There was no traffic around their rural eastern Washington neighborhood, except for a dark van parked a short way down the street. They were laughing and giggling as they walked, and did not hear the van move up the street to pull alongside. The 'snatch and grab' operation happened so quickly that no one heard the brief squeals of fear and protest; the. “Been saving it up,” Alice stretched and rose to a sitting position. “Somebody had to be the first one. Consider yourself lucky. You got a cigarette?”“Left coat pocket. Matches in the right,” he said. “You said ‘first.’ You been in prison or something?”Alice laughed as she took a deep drag of her first cigarette in 17 years. “Yeah. Serving a life sentence.”She passed the cigarette over to her lover, who knew when a conversation was over. After a few moments, he asked, “Can I at least take a. ‘Don’t you say that!’ Chris shouted at her, his eyes bright with anger. ‘Cassie’s different.’ ‘Sorry,’ Ann said, when she saw his face. She knew that that was below the belt. Chris didn’t say anything. He just looked pissed off. ‘Okay, that was low. I’ve been on edge lately and I didn’t want you hurting her…’ like I’ve been hurt…she almost added. When Chris said nothing, she went up to him and put an arm around his shoulder, giving him a gentle hug. ‘C’mon, don’t stay mad.’ ‘I won’t,’ Chris.