The big problem was that they were lovers. They lived together and slept together. I liked them both as friends and would never do anything to come be...ween them. That, I didn't want.If this was to happen, I was sure it would be Steve, who, from what he had said in the past, was bisexual though it was back in high school when he had his last girl. Brian, on the other hand, had told me he was only experienced with other guys, never a girl.So, I decided that maybe we had all had enough wine for me. This time, I peeked into the den but still couldn't see or hear what she was doing, and lingered a little too long. Mistress Z caught me out of the corner of her eye, sternly scolding, "Houseboy, I said to wait in the living room, I'll be out in a few minutes." Yes, Mistress Z," I replied with a dejected pout.I flopped in my recliner wondering what she's up to as I grabbed the remote and started mindlessly flipping through the channels, finally settling on a classic car show. The host was at. Marge moved quickly and smoothly as if I might change my mind and also as if she had this all planed out. Marge engulfed my cock in her mouth. Her tongue swirled about my cock head making my head spin and my balls ache. But I could not cum in her mouth. I guess I was too self conscious to nut in her mouth. She must have sensed this and tried to talk me into cumming in her mouth. I am not sure why I could not, those big dark eyes looking up at me as she sucked my dick. I mean I nut all the time. I waited, what the fuck was wrong with the man, I was a schoolgirl, standing open thighed saying I liked to feel the cool air on my cunt, I was begging him, but still he floundered and added to the torment, he was, by his own fear, teasing me, why cant they just recognise a girls want and need and fuck me.I t was getting cold as we hit mid river, and I felt a sudden warmth, he had opened his coat and came in close to my body, I turned slightly, and looked, we were in darkness now, his coat was.