Later in life after moving out on my own, I started having the bisexual urges again. I hopped online and met another older guy named Dave. I was 29, h... was maybe 42. We spoke online and set up a "date" for hium to come by and fool around. We both mentioned how much we enjoy oral. And the first time he came buy we sucked each other off pretty quickly. It was early in the morning on his way into work. He was clean, good looking and had a great cock. Almost as large as mine. I answered the door in. "I think you have a not-so-secret admirer," Donald whispered to Stella as they moved about the dance floor, as graceful as figure skaters performing a ballet on ice. Stella blushed. "I don't think she's admiring me. I think she's studying me, as if I were a rat in a maze." "Don't be silly. Why would she do that?" "I think she's suspicious of me." "Suspicious of you? In what way?" Stella raised an eyebrow. "You know." "What?" Donald laughed aloud at his girlfriend's misgiving. "That's. I learnt a lot during our chat, Anna and Jeff seemed close but Julie had no idea exactly how close and although she and Anna had a close relationship it seemed that Jeff offered her the father figure that she craved, Julie herself got pregnant at an early age and after the father left devoted her life to bringing up her daughter until Jeff came along a couple of years ago, it seemed a perfect fit but I had this deep feeling that she was naïve to it all. She asked how I knew Jeff and I told her. I just grinned and slowly leaned up. My palms remained on her head and I continued to caress it as if it was in fact the last thing I'd do. Our eyes met again and I saw her eyebrows rise. "What? I'm fucking loving it, despite you just throwing yourself at me." She suddenly lifted her head up. "Well, you weren't gonna throw yourself at me, bitch," she reminded me, before installing her fingers from her right hand into my twat. "Even though your pussy was begging you to. I've seen you.