I’m bisexual and so is Phoebe. It’s not all that uncommon. We’re simply switch hitters, so to speak. Hey, an orgasm is an orgasm, I say. Doesn�...t matter to me who provides it.”Anita smiled shyly. “I guess that’s true. I guess I never thought about it before.”“Oh, it is, it is. And who would know better than another woman how to please a woman, huh? Now what in the world are you doing wandering around the house naked? I’m glad you and John have gotten into the swing of things, but it is the. I was lounging on a sun bed behind her reading and, during a particularly racy chapter felt the old wedding tackle stir. Knowing that I'd need to do something about the situation I rose and slipped into the water. As I bathed I noticed the water inlet was pumping and that she was stood right in front of it, legs slightly apart feeling its cool flow pulse against her clitoris! I swam to her left side and stood next to her and let the flow buffet my loins too.Shortly she looked my way and gave me. It wasn't long before an orgasm hit her, pulling my head deeper into her crotch, moaning and grinding her increasingly wet pussy against my mouth, I lapped up every drop of her delicious cunt juice. She pushed me away and told me that I was a fucking useless cunt licker and deserved to be punished. She pulled an ottoman, (a type of bedroom chest), into the middle of the floor and told me to lay down on it. I was on my knees, my body draped over the ottoman, my hands cuffed and in front of me. I. Every time I lifted myself up slightly I would bounce down a little bit harder, slamming my ass against his fat hard cock. That massive hard-on felt even bigger now as I rocked and gyrated on his lap, my tits bouncing wildly around, I could not believe that despite cumming so hard just moments ago he was still rock hard.Taking full advantage of the situation and with my hungry pussy on fire, I was now ready for his big cock, I was feeling incredibly horny and I knew it was time to fuck my.