..You still like girls right?” I nodded and he said “Good being bisexual is the best because you can have sex with a beautiful girl or a cute guy...which ever one comes your way and as long as your cool with it everything's great!” It made sense to me and then Bobby kissed me and I let him and I felt my arms go around him as my lips parted and his tongue slipped into my mouth I could feel myself getting aroused again and by the time he broke the kiss I had another hard on...He took it in his. "Cherie, I don't think that is any..." Of my business? Oh, but it is, Marissa. You see, you and I are more alike than you could imagine." Cherie! You mean... ?" That's right," replied the teen, catching Marissa's eyes and holding them with a knowing smile.Flustered, the librarian's mind quickly replayed the hug Marissa had given her the other night and how they both had reacted. But she'd simply had no idea that Cherie..."Uh, would you like something to drink. I have some tea brewing," offered. Crowd rolled and pushed me backwards. It support the courage and I hardly know how HE slipped all the way into me . I clung around waist of my boyfriend , while HE was in step with the rhythms began to fuck me in the middle of the sea of ​​people . Floor boiled , and no one noticed what happened. Least my boyfriend who was completely engrossed in what was happening on stage.The feeling of a stranger who fucks you in the long drag while holding around your boyfriend , someone you do not know who. Although we had only been talking for perhaps half an hour the bars were already getting more lively. I was no longer the only punter and the other girls were less openly trying to get some action from me. There were now a steady stream of johns strolling down the path between the bars and the girls reverted to trying to lure them instead. One of them, a talk ugly sun-burned tourist, came and sat on the stool beside me. Suddenly all the girls jostling to be around him were rubbing their back up.