I've no problem with this at all, I say live and let live, and I've had my fair share of Bi experiences, I love pussy but I've had fun with cock in my...time and can understand having an attraction to male and female genitalia , so you see it would be hypocritical to discriminate against her and she seemed like a nice girl so no reason to treat her any different from any other colleague.The thing I can't understand is how someone can dislike or even claim to hate certain parts of the human body,. About five minutes before take off, the stewardess offered us all blankets and we accepted. With Darren and Sarah asleep we put a blanket on each leaving two for us. So an hour into the flight, the lights low, and the plane half-empty Karen looked at me with a cheeky smile, one I knew meant she was horny. If her look wasn’t enough, then her hand under the blanket was, as it rose up my leg and down my tracksuit bottoms. Within three strokes my cock was rock hard, and she continued to toss me off. “Wendy, have a seat, I’ll be right back.”I was reading my story on my iPhone when Tony returned. He was carrying a server tray loaded with chips and salsa and a pitcher of margaritas.His smile is infectious.“Side job?”He laughed, “No, more like ownership.” He set the drinks and chips down. “I bought this as an investment property, it’s my baby.““It’s very nice.”“Let me read what you have so far.“As he reads the story, I was watching him. His eyes were darting back and forth over the words.. Arnold was gay, or so my innocent self believed. I was about eighteen at the time and thought I was a worldly woman. A fumble at fifteen made me believe I wasn’t so innocent but turns out the cherry was still there, but that’s another, much more boring, story. So anyway, Arnold and I would hang out with some mutual friends most weekends, and we got on great. Naturally, one night the talk turned to past sexual encounters, and they all laughed at my fumble story, we laughed at theirs, then Arnold.