She was covered in my cum from boobs to pussy, and in her own cum down her thighs. The blanket was soaked with a mixture of her cum, my cum, and our s...eat. I looked at her and said "You're a mess!" Then I asked the question: "Which do you like better--my dick or your vibrator?" "It's like comparing apples and oranges, Daddy. Do apples taste better than oranges? No, they just taste different. Same story with your cock versus my vibrator. They give me different sensations, but both make me cum.". The last times we spent together made me realize how my bisexuality was a catalyst in our friendship and relationship. As I went to live with my aunt, I had developed a nice wardrobe of sexy clothing, wigs heels and lingerie; all with her help of course. I missed having a regular cock to rely upon when I needed it, so I had to learn to meet guys in places like adult bookstores or cruising hangouts. Being mindful of the whole HIV situation, I always made it a point to practice safe-sex.. "And I'd like totry a pair of black patient leather pumps as well. Do you have dressshoes in a five inch heel?" she asked as she checked her makeup in acompact and checked her hair before putting the card and the compact backinto her purse as the man looked on. She was sizing him up. He had tobe at least ten years her junior."I...I'll have to look in the back ma'am, we don't usually sell heelsthat high," the man said as he looked up becoming visibly nervous now asMrs. Foster applied her. Dinner turned to drinks, which turned into a night cap at their place. We we were all a little bit tippsy and maybe caught up in her trace, open to anything. She sat on her husband’s lap, knowing I was deeply turned on by her, and looked at me while she kissed him, pushing me ever closer to my edge. ”Baby, you are going to have to fuck me soon!” She told James. I was so caught off guard by her statement. Turned on, but surprised. Again she kissed him, but looked at me. “Did she want me?” “Was.