Both girls had shed the tiny piece of fabric from their upper body and their breasts did look identical. "Wanda's the aggressor, but Marsha's holding ...er own." It looks like Wanda can't decide which she prefers, invading Marsha's mouth or trying to swallow her breasts," Patti observed, smiling for the first time since she arrived."Does Smyth look like he's hungry?" I asked, pointing out the little guy's head above the fence. He was straining to hear what the girls were saying."I'm hungry. Let's. The mechanical gauge shows increasing pressure. One of them is lying. And, I don't like what I hear from the boat's hull either. It's being stressed, and it doesn't like it. It doesn't take too long to decide which instrument I believe.I didn't even stop to ask the OOD what he was doing. I hit the chicken switches for an emergency blow, and then I told the OOD why I did it. If it's the wrong decision, we can argue it out once we are on the surface. I'll take the hit.Well, no, we can't argue it. .. squirming against his cock's every thrusting plunge... wriggling and undulating onto the fleshy stem that was supposedly meting out his warped, defiling punishment!Damnit! What was she, anyway, if not a perverted bitch, she thought wildly, aware now of a certain new masochistic pleasure stirring in her belly at the sodomizing he was subjecting her to. The crazy pain had eased into a weird eroticism, and she was shoving her ass backwards voluntarily to meet the forward charge of his prick.... Friends and family may say they support gay rights and all, and they may be fans of gay celebrities, but they act differently when it's right there in their living room.And our relationship was even more complicated. We didn't consider ourselves a gay couple. We were two bisexual men in a same-sex relationship. We would see a good looking woman, and inevitably, one of us would say something like, "nice tits". We were lucky enough to find another couple in the same situation. We didn't go.