‘Fabulous,’ Bryn assured me. She put the finishing touches on dinner and with a wink for luck, dashed out the door before Daniel could arrive. Ten...minutes later he was there, standing before me with a bottle of red wine. His blonde hair shone in the porch light like gold in the sun. His piercing blue eyes glittered with happiness as I ushered him in, and he made himself busy by helping me put the food on the table. ‘I thought Bryn was joining us,’ he said. ‘She was,’ I replied, ‘but something. ”“Ok.”Vishal’s grip on his mother loosened rather immediately and as he was about to walk away, Shyamala pulled him towards her firmly.“Are you upset?” She asked pleadingly. Vishal smiled and shook his head meaning that he wasn’t.“It’s worth waiting for you mom,” he said in a consoling tone and tried to free his arms from his mother’s grip.“Why didn’t you kiss me then?” Shyamala winked at Vishal with eyes twinkling with lust. Vishal promptly closed in, hugged his mother with passion and planted. I knew from the day we met that Marie was bisexual and the possibility of a FFM threesome was not really an issue for her, maybe that’s why the MMF threesome appealed to me, because it was out of both our comfort zones.We had trolled the dating sites looking for couples and girls and the novelty had worn off for Marie, so the task of finding others to join us was left to me. Over time I began to lose interest too but continued to check on a less regular basis just in case somebody ideal came. Now the tongue was moving south, and the hand moving north, caressing the impossibly sensitive skin on an inner thigh. They were destined to meet at her wet and heated core. Sarah’s hips began to move up and down, anticipating the sensations that were promised by everything she’d felt so far. She was incredibly wet, lifted expertly onto a high-wire of arousal, and only now beginning to realise how incredibly close to orgasm she already was, despite not once having been touched between her legs..