I am bisexual.A few nights ago I had a very strange, erotic dream. Now remember, I am bisexual. I like being dominated, topped, controlled and desired...by older men (I am already 39, so "older" would be 55 and up), but I am sexually attracted to women, to their smooth, curvy bodies. Well, this night I dreamed about being with a woman...but not the woman you would think. Not a hot, sexy, erotic smooth and curvy young-looking girl, no, it was an overweight, varicose-vein and wrinkle-covered. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to go a third time.We both groaned with sharp burning sensation as Terra dismounted, both our raw flesh still too reactive to even the lightest touch. She rolled onto her back to my right side and spread her dripping legs open, the hem of her stockings soaked with her trailing juices. She massaged her inner thighs, and took a long look at me. “Mount me,” she said, her breathing heavy and beckoning. Her voice quivered with need, ached with her uncontrolled. ” I said. You're going into your bedroom, and you are going to find stockings, undies, a bra, and a dress of Katie's and then come back here and model it for me.” Pete's mouth dropped open and he did not say anything. I gently grabbed his shoulders, turned him around, swatted his ass, and said “Get going.” He marched off to the bedroom and I went to fix myself a drink. As I sipped my drink I thought about it. Pete is bigger than Katie but at 5'5” and about 145 lbs, I thought he could fit into. "I stood there looking at Rosario and something in my head snapped. Up to that point I hadn't forced myself on anyone or pushed anyone into doing something they didn't want to do. Shelly, Mary and Veronica all had made the first move. Granted, I had fished and finagled to get them to make that move, but the bottom line was it was still their choice.I stood there looking at Rosario and it was like I was standing there looking at Marie. The two were the same. They both had good husbands, husbands.