I described Terry and told Tina about my one drunken bisexual experience as she alternately stroked my dick and rubber her overheated pussy."Would you...do it again? She asked as she stroked my revived dick."Would you do it to him?" She asked. Her fingers were buried in her soaking wet pussy and her breathing was uneven and ragged."Maybe. I thought about it back then but I couldn't. I'm not gay and that was a tough thing to rationalize back then. I was only twenty at the time." Fuck, this has me. " she said biting her bottom lip."And you love it, don't you?" I said with a smile.Her blush deepened to an impossible red as she nodded slightly, then began unbuttoning her blouse with one hand. Seconds later the buttons were undone, and she pulled each side of it around, exposing her massive breasts snug inside a maternity bra and the slightly flabby and stretch-marked belly below. She reached back up with her free hand, undoing one of the catches on her bra. My eyes widened as her left. She put on her bathrobe and left the bathroom.Seated at the table of the community house, Jack threw down his cards and said, “I’ll never beat you in gin.”“How many points are in your hand?” Bev asked. It had been ages since she had played Gin, but it didn’t take her more than one hand to remember how to play the game.“Eighty,” Jack answered. He had seven face cards, a two, a three, and a five. None of them matched her meld.“With the twenty five point bonus for gin, that hand alone takes me. The guys joined me in my post-dawn sun bath. We ended up incorporating our PT into that time.I thought about the damned climate. The northern New York seacoast could be brutal. I talked the guys into pooling our bucks to buy good cable-knit wool sweaters, knee-length black wool duffle coats, Surplus European military wool winter uniform pants and decent commercial maritime foul weather gear. After all, we were on an island on the Atlantic coast.We followed the news in the evenings. Whatever.