He continued his small talk to lower her defenses and it was working. After a couple more minutes he lowered her foot to the floor and picked up Vicki...’s right foot, removed the shoe, and placed her bare foot on the middle of his crotch. The heel was solidly resting on his rapidly growing cock. He shuffled his stool closer to her chair. Her ass had now slid to the front of her seat, her hem was on her upper thighs. Vickie was still oblivious to what was happening. She was still thinking about. On the subject of getting to Manchester, we were offered the choice of either receiving reimbursement for train tickets to the event, or actually driving down ourselves, and hence get a cash refund for petrol usage. Being the cheeky scamp I am, I opted to drive with the full intention of creatively declaring my petrol consumption, and therefore receive both a full tank for free, and a small profit to boot. What can I say? I'm a capitalist. Naturally, Lee, Usman, and Chloe didn't see the beauty. While I did not want to destroy my marriage or lose Tom and all the good things we had going, I needed to spice up our sex life. At a minimum, Tom had to realise, and hopefully accept, that I was bisexual and that my bi side was now very important to me. I might give up sex with other men, although, having tasted—both literally and figuratively—a variety of cocks, I wasn’t totally sure of even that. I would cross that bridge later. For now, I had to find a way to come out about my bisexuality. Robinson Crusoe would have fucked a beautiful girl in the deserted island after many years he landed there. It would not be any wonder if my cock had crushed her pussy to cause bleeding injuries. The most interesting thing was both of us were getting pleasures and a little pain too due to such brutal fucking. Besides, in utmost ecstasy, we were hurling dirty and slang words at each other. Due to my rough handling and squeezing, my finger-nails dug into several places on her big boobs making.