His profile was very well done had a lot of information about himself. One part that caught our eye and discouraged us was his sexual preference was l...sted as straight. We had been swing for about 6 months and Angel had, had a chance to explore her bisexuality with the couple, but all the men we had been with to this point had been straight. So early on in our conversation I called him on that. His response was that he was bisexual but just listed himself as straight because he was too nervous. Although, I couldn't just open it. Before I knew it, I heard the slight footsteps on the final steps of the stairwell. I leaned my head back and shed more tears, but my hand wouldn't open the door."Hannah, you never uttered the words, 'Miranda, I forgive you.'."I breathed rather heavily in efforts to catch my breath, but I didn't turn to her. I heard her trying to do the same thing, but after only a few seconds, I felt her hand on my shoulder. No words became spoken, but of course, our actions. Fingers rub against the outside of your pussy. Up and down. Softly, then more firmly. You move your hand up and down…searching for… then finding, a quickly hardening cock. You smile, then wrap your fingers around it. “Mmmm.” You hear a soft moan. Your body responds as fingers continue to explore you. Fingers still slick with oil caress your breast pushing the towel away. You cover the hand with your own, encouraging it. Pleasure leads to desire. You roll onto your side, reaching for buttons. I watch you undress hardly able to control my excitement at seeing you disrobe in front of me. I can feel my juices running down my pussy and soaking the bed beneath me. You walk over and grab me, lying down on the bed holding me. I am trembling, crying. You hold me, shushing me, soothing me like a child. I’ve missed you so much. I cannot control my hunger any longer and begin kissing you, hoping you don’t mind. You don’t, you kiss me back. I quickly work my way down to your.