That’s what happened to me two years ago. My girlfriend had just broken up with me, telling me that I needed to find myself. Who was she to tell me...I needed to find myself? How did she know what I was looking for, if I thought I was content? She tried explaining to me that I just seemed different. I always knew I was different, how was this news? When we first got together, I told her I was bisexual, equally liking both sexes. We seemed to flow nicely together, but I guess it was just me who. I could feel her shudder with pleasure as my tongue sent wave after wave of new sensations throughout her excited soul. My sister’s tight pussy was gliding up and down my hard shaft as my orgasm was quickly approaching. She sensed my growing excitement and each time, slowed her hips to prolong our lovemaking as long as possible. My heart was pounding beyond belief and my jaws were beginning to ache from eating my daughter’s pussy for so long. Once again, I grabbed Lauren’s. I would have liked to die, man, no girl has ever done anything like that. I mean she looked so innocent and sweet. I just smiled and she sucked me off. Now, don’t think I feel guilty or something because I fucked the girl. Hell, it has been three years since I’ve had sex, I’m not going to feel guilty if I get a little ass for being a nice guy. She wasn’t tight, not as tight as I would expect a young girl like that to be, but it was something. She snuggles up to me and mumbles ‘I feel safe with. Mr Bete welcomed me, saying I could call him John. He interacted with me in a direct, focused way I found intriguing. There was no condescension or arrogance I’d would expect from such a man. He was polite and engaged. And I liked his frank attention as much as his voice.“Bell, do you know why you are here?” he asked me. I shook my head. “Harold, why don’t you enlighten Bell. And don’t mince about.”I’d never heard anyone talk like that to Dad. He stiffened, reining back his temper. Dad feared.