.. Steve that’s so fucking hot and so good, suck me more son, suck more of your Dad’s cock into your moth please suck me.” Dave gasped.Steve did...just that, he slowly slid his lips up and down the length of his Dad’s big cock, taking in a little more with each downward slide of his lips, it took a little while for him to figure out how to relax his throat but eventually he was able to take all 9 inches of his Dad’s cock down his throat, his lips stretched around the thickness, his nose pressed. Yes, I was right when I guessed that people who are often marginalized by mainstream society would love to have their stories told. I shocked the world when I wrote positive stories about bisexual black men and bisexual black women living normal, happy lives. I wrote about these men and women as fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters, community members, churchgoers and working professionals. I portrayed them as people, rather than the sexually adventurous deviants that much of modern. She placed her glass on the counter and turned to face me. I placed my glass on the counter as her arms went around me. She looked up and moved her mouth toward me and we kissed again, deeply, hands pulling each other closely. As we kissed, I moved my hands up and down her back, then down to squeeze her ass. We broke the kiss, and continued to embrace. “Damn I need this” she said. She took me by the hand, leading me down the hall to her bedroom. Once inside her room, we began kissing at. "Your taxi's here."I looked at Monique and quoting Tarantino, said, "Ok ramblers, let's getrambling."We both stood up and headed downstairs.It was weird. I had never worn a dress or heels in my life, yet here Iwas navigating the stairs like a pro. It just felt a bit weird with allthe petticoats swishing around my legs.We got downstairs and looked out of the window. Taxi was a bit of anunderstatement. Outside was a white and blue Windsor Laundelette. We weregoing to look even more ladylike.