One time on a stopping trip to B&Q, we were assisted by a young black man he was around 6’6′ tall and in her words, adorable. She made sure that s...e did her best to flirt with him and when he wasn’t looking she had fun making sexual gestures of pretending to shove her pussy in his face and fuck him. This was a huge turn on for me but any talk of it actually happening, ended with a firm NO! I don’t take fitness to seriously but I am a member of a local gym recently I noticed a new black guy had. "I asked. "Don't I get a say in this?"They both said in unison. "You do and your answer had better be yes." Yes."They both proceeded to kiss me on the lips. Caroline slipped me a little tongue, grinned and said."I always wanted to do that, but I was afraid I'd lose my best friend." You kiss pretty good."We then ate a rather large breakfast. Both women smiling at me and seeming to tease me with their lips. Caroline and Rachel sat on both sides of me, each had a hand on one of my upper thighs.. Like you, I hadn’t thought that one through until I was faced with the choice. Damn, what you just said, I hadn’t considered that either – what if I find a great guy but he’s had a vasectomy that can’t be reversed? Jeez! This is so fricking difficult.”We were both silent for a while. Damn, it had suddenly gotten serious again, just when we were loosening up. That reference to her finding a great guy hurt a little; I guess that I was already half in love with this woman – I wanted that ‘great. It was only a matter of time before something happened, I see that now, but at the time my desires were too powerful and my young body- too demanding. It was a cool day in early march, the little league season was fresh and new and the football season was over, but the guys were still managing a game. I sat as usual with a magazine and even though it was just your typical teen read, the semi erotic pictures already had my mind and body wandering. I tried to listen to my mother and her.