This time when he came into our house, Lisa hugged him, and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. I must admit to feeling a pang of jealousy, seeing...Lisa kiss him. I know it may seem silly, given what we had all done with one another. I love Lisa dearly, and although our threesome with Doug had been incredibly hot, I never want to lose her! Besides, I am still uncomfortable with my own sexual feelings toward other men. Though I often fantasize about bisexual intimacy, I still find it. I looked around and noticed the guest bed was a double and calmly said, “fuck it, I’m sleeping in the guest bed too, there is room for two”. I caught is his eye and gave him a look that said, “don’t resist this, I have something for you.” He looked unsure, but just turned and geared down for bed.Now my heart was racing. He was going to be right there in bed with me. Would he permit my advances? I found reasons to be the last to bed and checked on his friend saying good night. He barely. He sighed once more and tried to think of another weak excuse to pen to his mother.A few days later, he found himself in the Lowe’s well-appointed drawing room, a fake smile pasted on his face and a delicate china teacup balanced precariously in his hand. He had done his best to convey he was present only for a casual social and pastoral visit, which had been totally ignored. So, he was being politely grilled by Mrs Lowe about his prospects while his three prospective brides hovered about,. Anita looked at me with utter contempt from between her magnificent thighs; her ample bottom rippling erotically and invitingly as she fingered her moist pussy and awaited the pleasure of my tongue in her arsehole. She pulled my head by the hair with her free hand and had me sniff her glorious scent as I knelt before that beautiful prize. She flexed her anus tantalisingly as I gorged my lungs on her tangy feminine scent.“Beg to lick my arse you cur!” I had no hesitation whatsoever; she had.