"You and Paul have slept together, haven't you?" asked Honey as she looked Lori directly in the eyes."Oh, yes, you know we have, Honey. I've never had...a man who made love as hotly and as much as Paul does with me," Lori said. "In fact, I only have to think about Paul and how sexy he is and my nipples get so hard and my pussy gets soaking wet. I've been thinking about Paul and missing him so bad; my pussy is soaked from wanting his big cock inside me." You're making me hot, Lori. We'd better. I watched that fire flare as I felt him controlling my head with my own hair. With each push and pull, I sped the pace of my hand between my legs. I moved my hips as much as I could and still managed to concentrate on him too. I sucked in on him and let my tongue feel every stroke, but as he increased the pace and I began to feel him getting closer, I began to fight back. He took my cue and let me release him from my mouth. “I know the one rule, but I want to break it right now,” he said with a. I got over it. I was wondering about my own sexual orientation for a while. I thought I was gay for a while as I felt strong sexual attraction to men. but I also felt sexual attraction to women too. I could fuck women all day long and masturbate to pics of them, but I felt I would also fuck a guy with the same passion if the opportunity presented itself. I eventuall settled on Bisexual. I'm a Bisexual And I'm fucking proud of It!!! To anyone who is reading this story let me tell you. There is. On your left, as you walk in, is a metal spiral staircase up one floor to a small bar area farther left, maybe 12 feet long by 8 feet wide. This is where you make your appointment with the barber. I never saw less than two girls there, some times three, plus one who acted as a bartender / manager, etc. Two or three of the barbers, over the years, also went upstairs with the customers. The drinks were reasonable and if you ordered the girls a drink, you could watch it being mixed out of the same.