”“Well, with another girl that is just not possible, so we drag them out, to enjoy the entire experience on the way. If I had to put it to numbers... I like being with another girl maybe 20%, but with Pete here 80%. It's not better, just different. And I have to admit, I really enjoy giving another girl an orgasm.”I looked over at Kim, and could tell she was somewhat stunned at this conversation. “Kim, this is one of the ways that LA is very different. Linda, out here homosexual relations are. I fell asleep every night with my fingers buried in my pussy, Chrissies cries echoing through the house.Jimmy and I didn't discuss what was happening... but our eyes would meet again and again... he must have seen my desire, my hungry need... I thought I imagined it when I saw it in his... Chris and I fell asleep in each others arms the day Jimmy left, crying softly... We settled back down into a sort of normalcy after the men had left. Chrissie worked on her art while I started to write. But I just went to my room and slept off. At about dinnertime, I got up with a knock on my door.In the attire I was, I just stepped out and started doing small talk with these guys. I was in my hot pants that barely covered my ass and spaghetti without a bra. My nipples were clearly visible. I saw both the guys staring at my cleavage and my nipples. I saw both of them adjusting their cocks from over their shorts.On another day, I decided to skip work, assuming that both these guys would be in. He was charmed by her and if he hadn't been very happily married and Abby so well loved, the rumor mill would have churned."Tony, I..." she didn't want to tell him this; she didn't want to hurt him or make him think less of her. Almost embarrassed, almost ashamed, she whispered, "Tony, I wanted him to kiss me, it wasn't assault. I was willing. And I'm sorry. But, Tony, when have you known me to have a type? There was Mikhel. There was Tim. There were others and they never fit a mold. A look is.