I was so drunk I don't ... it didn't mean anything baby ... please believe me ... I was drunk and I didn't know what I was doing ... please ... oh God...... please...", and at the same time, Norm had taken a seat on the sofa to my right and was also talking at the same time, "Jesus Dan, I'm so sorry. I didn't know what I was doing. All I remember was falling into bed in a drunken stupor and the next thing I knew was I felt a hand massaging my cock and I saw this beautiful pair of tits leaning. I don't want you getting hurt.”“Oh, Mom, don't worry about me, I'm a solo poly. Do you know what that is?”“No, and I don't like the sound of that word.”“You probably know the word polyamory. Being a solo poly means I belong only to myself. I don't want to be part of a couple. I want to be free to love more than one man or woman and to do it openly and honestly.”How long have you been a -- what did you call yourself -- a solo poly?”“More than a year.”“And this means you have more than one. As the fingers withdrew I bent down and looked through the flap. On the otherside was a man sat down, trousers round his ankles and he was stroking his cock. I quite like watching guys stroke so my eyes were fixed on the action on the other side of the booth wall. I was also intrigued to know if the same thing was happening in the booth on the other side so I opened that flap, but the room was empty. I continued to watch the guy in the first booth and he then stood up. The next thing I knew was. "Well maybe she has a boyfriend at last," replied Christy wishing to change the subject as Matt's own enthusiasm to talk about Marianne's sexual attributes, coupled with her own, had resulted in her panties being soaking wet."I noticed a letter from the adoption agency," he said."No news, except to say they would keep our application on file. You know what the lady at the agency said." I know. I just can't believe it will take that long." Well, there are just so many couples wanting to adopt.