‘Yea, know what? I like women, too. I like men. And, hey, it doesn’t have to go any further than me, eh?’ The big man turned his attention to th... large crack in the wall. After a long moment of silence he braved to ask what has been tearing at his mind. ‘So I am… aren’t I?’ It was more of a statement than a question. ‘Full sentences would help you there, pal.’ ‘Don’t make me say it…’ His hands flexed at his sides. Reno stood from his crouching position. ‘Don’t make you say what? Aren’t you. The living room was cluttered with old boxes and stacks of books and newspapers. The furniture was old and tattered. The walls were covered with photographs, many of them yellowing with age. Peter walked across the carpet worn to the color of dust. On the other side of the living room, there was a small dining room. A crystal chandelier hung over a large antique table surrounded by six straight-backed chairs. Peter trailed a line in the dust on the table as he passed. He smelled cooking coming. See you in a minute.’ Jo was a nervous wreck by the time we heard the car return. Mike came in, ‘He’ll knock in a few moments. OK,’ he asked. Jo took a deep breath, ‘Yes, OK.’ He pecked her cheek, ‘Have a great evening,’ he said smiling. ‘Yes Jo, enjoy yourself and calm down,’ I added laughing as I kissed her cheek. There was a knock on the door and she went to open it. I went to follow her but Mike held my arm, ‘Leave her,’ he said softly, ‘let her do this on her own.’ He was right of course.. After finding the setting I liked she moved the deeply ridged double ended broad phallic shaped vibrator down to my vagina and inserted it watching intently my reactions with relish. Moving it in and out of me as deeply as it could go then using it to give my clit direct stimulation along with her hot wet tongue moving up and down my slit, her plump rosy lips sucking my swollen pink lips taking me entirely into her sweet mouth, rimming my ass with her tongue combined with the vibrator was.