I picked out a plaid shirt, pleated pants, and a pair of loafers that I could wear without socks.I rode my bike to Brenda's house; there was a car out...front that I didn't recognize. Just as I was about to ring the doorbell, Susie came outside, carrying a suitcase."Oh, hi, Lee." Hi," I looked at the suitcase, "I guess you're leaving." Yes, my aunt and uncle in Skokie agreed to take me in. I can start school there next week." Well, then, good luck." I shook her hand.Brenda came to the door, "Oh,. . we... you shouldn't." It came out as a weak protest. She didn't mean it anyway.Michael ignored her and bent her head to begin kissing her on her now wet thighs. "Mmmm," she moaned as her tongue found the gobs of girl juice that had trickled down her thighs. She licked one wet thigh and then the other. When both thighs were clean, she pulled her head back and gazed at the girl's very swollen lips. "God, I've been wanting to eat you ever since I saw your pussy in the dressing room. It. But anyway, she still takes my hand. I help her to her feet, which are still wrapped in those 4 1/2 inch stilettos, then we head down towards the dance floor. I look at her, she has this enthusiastic look, and we make our way down the stairs towards the floor. And just like when Kate and I were making out way up to the restaurant area, we are getting plenty of stares from both sexes. Kate and I reach the dance floor and we start to move with the beat (not really dancing). We have our hands. The desire for a threesome was there, and with enough time I probably could have made it happen - but to instantly throw the reality of someone else in our bed at her had probably been very shocking to Linda. Not to mention her (completely justified) worry about where I could know someone who would be open to having sex with the both of us. My wife wasn’t an idiot, and had probably gone through all the implications in her head instantly.But now what should I do? I had ruined the possibility of.