I, of course, miss you the moment I see your name say ‘offline’. I know I’ll see you the following night, same place, same time. We stick to a r...utine, so we never miss each other. Some might say we’re addicted to one another, and we don’t argue the fact. We know it’s true, and we run with it, so to speak. It’s now almost seven in the evening and I am sitting on my couch. I’m looking at the envelope; it’s almost scary, because I don’t know what it beholds. I’m so nervous! Though, I’m just. She rummaged through a small bag and re-treated to the bathroom with her cut off shorts and cut-ff shirt in hand. A few minutes later, she emerged, dressed in her shorts and cut-off t-shirt, toweling off the water from her hair. “Your turn,” Brenda remarked. I stepped into the small bathroom. Brenda’s tiny bikini hung on the towel rack. I left the door ajar, just slightly, as I stripped from my damp swimming trunks. I placed them on the same rack as Brenda’s bikini and stepped into the shower.. Standing over me, she straddles my hips waiting for me to lose the shorts. Then she kneels down so her hairless pussy is directly over the tip of my cock.Recovering from your latest cum, you turn to watch the pair of us now. As I hold my rod vertical for her, she lowers herself until her wet pussy lips touch the very tip and then she drops onto it and 2 or 43 inches slip inside.“Fuck, that is good,” she moans, as she rises slightly before dropping onto 4 or 5 inches the second time. A short. I didn't think he took part in the orgy. I didn't even know if he had watched. We showered, and dried, and re-assembled in a lounge room. Over some beer or wine, we chatted about what had just happened. We laughed, we summarised, we questioned each other, we theorised on other possible entertainment.The most obvious outcome was that I did not believe that any one of us was technically gay. It appeared that we all merely wanted to enjoy uninhibited, unapologetic sexual pleasure, no questions.