Josh and I had actually had several conversations about the whole “gay / straight / bi” issue of sexual identity and agreed that such terms had no...meaning to us. What matters is what you feel with another person. Visiting Paris doesn’t make you “French” any more that enjoying a man’s cock makes you “gay.” If it feels right, then go for it, and enjoy the world around you. And lately we had been going for it a lot! By the end of the second bottle of wine, we were all feeling pretty relaxed and. I was holding myself above her on my arms and tiptoes while I pumped my cock in and out of her shit hole, my own ass rising and falling like an oil rig, my sweat and spit raining down on her already drenched form. She was as out of control as I was, fucking her cunt with one hand while spreading as much of our juices over her body with the other as fast as she could.When my endurance ran out, my arms shakily lowered myself on top of her glistening white body, then found her taking my chin in. The fire marshal called it arson, the strange thing was there were no tracks leading to or from the scene, other than those made by the fire trucks and firemen. The firemen swore there were no tracks as they drove in. The fire marshal could not explain how someone got in, set the fire and left without a trace. The next evening I sat out on the porch in my rocker. The other one finally moved slowly as if someone was just sitting down. It started a slow rocking, back and forth, back and forth. I. She pulled it out; maybe she didn’t like the taste. But I forced it in again. Now she started sucking it like a lollypop. I couldn’t control any longer, she understood that n remover my dick out from her mouth. In no time I splashed all my cum on the floor. We were both tired so lay naked on the bed.After some talk I felt my tool was regaining strength for the final action. Shruti noticed it n started rubbing my dick with her hands. She put her hand in the pussy to make it wet so that it would.