I’m on a diet.”“You? On a diet? You don’t need a diet. You look just fine the way you are.”“Thanks, Professor.”“Call me Reggie. All of...my friends call me that.”“So I guess I’m one of them?”“Of course!”“Great. But, umm, you dropped some cheesecake on your shirt. Why don’t you take off your shirt? I can get it out.”Reggie did as he was told. He carefully unbuttoned his shirt, but he was too afraid to show her his black body. Reggie had all the muscle in all the right places. It denoted a fast. Me and my friends were giggling and couldn’t wait to show them our new found skills. The guys wondered if we had gotten any better since the last time. The guys undressed and stood in the middle of the living room. Amber got on her knees in front of Tommy. She played with his cock in her hands and made him nice and hard. Tommy was smiling at Amber. His cock sprang to attention. Amber giggled and got started. “Suck it, Amber! Show me what a dirty girl you are.” Amber wrapped her mouth around. .. um... you know... done anything... um like sexual?" Lauren asks, hemming and hawing and not looking at her mother. Mom waits a long time before answering."Why is that important to you, Lauren?" Mom asks. "So you have," Lauren says."But why is it important?" Mom coaxes her."Because I think I might be bisexual," Lauren blurts out. "You think you might be or you are?" Mom asks."I'm attracted to this girl," Lauren says. "But I also like guys," she adds quickly. "She was with a guy and I'm not. Angelina thinks it's all a big game, some nights she goes to sleep and wakes up the following morning with her mother in her room and other mornings she wakes up to find her grandmother.I just wonder how we're going to explain it to her when she finally begins to ask why some nights daddy sleeps with mommy and other nights he sleeps with grandma. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.The original ending:EpilogueTogether we worked out an arrangement with Ella. I would sleep with her one.