." Stan thought for a moment that Anne was going to say "No", but she paused and then... "Yes, I think I feel like a night out, and the Mitre's a nice...place. Yes! Okay, do you want me to drive, or are we biking in?"Stan hadn't thought of that. He pondered for a moment. Denise didn't have a pushbike, did she? He couldn't remember for sure."No, I think I'll drive, Anne. It's okay, I'm not trying to get you drunk so I can take advantage of you!" Oh, as if!" Anne replied, with a wink. "That's okay,. I was amazed when not one, but two women shared my bed that night. I've only done it three times since then, and unfortunately, Eric got to witness it once."Cathy and Tory came in, and I stood as they approached the table, seating them before I returned to my breakfast."Mah, mah, Ah declare, a man with manners. Good morning to you, sugah, sleep well?" I grinned at Cathy's faked southern accent, before returning it in kind with my real one."Like a rock, ma'am," I said mournfully, my accent. Maybe he could salvage the situation after all."OK, look. It's just weird talking to my mother about why I have a hardon, OK? But it's NOT because of some GUY! OK? Let's get that straight right now!"Valerie felt terrible. "OK, sweetie. Never mind, OK? Let's just forget this happened. Now stand up straight, like before." She picked up her brush again.Robby didn't think he was off the hook yet. "OK, I CAN tell you this. She's a woman. And she's really nice and I love her a lot. But she doesn't. I reached down to cup her ass with my hands as I pulled her body up, the cushions pinning her gently against me. She closed her eyes and her lips came to mine and our tongues found one another. My right hand held her ass tightly as as she wrapped her legs around my waist. My other hand clasped her neck pulled her close as I tasted the sweetness of her saliva and savored the sensation of her tongue tangling with mine. I soon noticed that, somehow, she had stealthily unbuttoned my fly and.