"Bisexual and we've agreed to share each other up to a point. At least with women. There are other things that I should tell you, but, well, it's best...to explain them with a bit more privacy. Nicky, will you be a dear and make sure that the pizza is in the freezer, so we can eat it tomorrow?" I answered, to which he shrugged ... I honestly thought that he was more disappointed about not drinking the beer yet than not having the Red Baron (though I thought that he found the mustache. Finally I let go and placed both hands on his thighs, squeezing with each pump. I bobbed my head up and down, sucking with each upstroke, and lapping with each down-stroke. Every other pump I would hold him deep and flex my throat around his dick, and lightly hum vibrating his cock. Once I reached the tip, I would lick like a kitten, light and short laps, before I sunk his prick in my mouth again. There was so much spit, my mouth was covered, even around my nose and chin. His pubes were laced. .. wasn't calling about that. Didn't even know about it, although that's interesting. I've been trying to reach Ms. Hamilton since yesterday, but there's been no answer at this number." She's in California. At the UCLA Tournament there. First game. I mean, it was Pepperdine University they beat last night. They play UCLA tonight before heading back here." So she won't be back until the 30th?" That's right. Wee hours sometime, I guess. And she'll want to sleep in, too, I imagine." Could you ask. Given this permission, Carlo began acting like a kid with a fabulous new toy. Shyly at first, then with more authority, he stroked her breasts and bottom, played with her inner thighs and explored the patch of curly brown hair that adorned her pussy. When Cindy suggested he might like to taste her breasts, he quickly accepted her invitation. After several minutes of increasingly bold petting, Cindy leaned away and looked down at Carlo, "But this isn't fair, I'm having all the fun. Why don't.