" I love you, too." What was I supposed to say? Start some philosophical discussion about the difference between love and lust, between commitment and...coupling? I lifted my ass off the mattress. Inga was ready, mouth open. Her lips surrounded the head as the first mass escaped. She swallowed. I humped up again. Her lips remained in contact, sucking. I shot again and again, I lost track of how many times. The audience cheered. Some of them must have been disappointed that they hadn't had the. I sleepily kiss the side of you face and chin. As you draw me closer I feel the quickening of your breathing and the warmth of your body as you surround me with it. I drift on a cloud of euphoria as I feel your hands roam over my body, stopping to caress a breast or a shoulder. Feeling it as you hand skims across my face and pulls me to you to receive kisses. I gather your face in my hands and play at you mouth with mine, enjoying the gentle touches that deepen with the passion we stir. Until. I loved that woman!Anyway, it just took a minimal amount of rearranging, and soon he was on his back with Brenda on top of him in a sixty-nine position and me pushing back into her from behind. His tongue was busy, exploring all around where my cock stretched his wife open, the underside of my swollen shaft, my balls and her clit.I should explain something here. Neither Greg or myself considered ourselves "bi". On the other hand, neither of us was in the least bit homophobic, although we had. If Stuart had wanted to choose a place most inconvenient for a wheel chair, he could hardly have done better than Forlorn Point. They included as part of the renovation work, some paving round the cottage, but beyond that the going was rough and Stuart could hardly manipulate his wheelchair unaided. Even with Janice’s help it was a struggle. Once settled on Forlorn Point it became even more difficult for Janice to leave Stuart, since he was now more dependent on her than ever. Janice herself.