With my intake of alcohol that had way exceeded my normal standards, my loosened tongue asked, “Are you between girlfriends at the moment?”“Nah,...I just don’t do fixed relationships,” he answered.Picking up on my quizzical expression he continued, “My lifestyle just doesn’t allow for it.”With my surprised expression escalating in intensity, he resumed, “I’m bisexual bro… I swing both ways.”Picking up on my look of disbelief, he chuckled before resuming, “I hope that doesn’t make you. Rachel still had my cage in her right hand and was moving it around to have a better look. She told my wife she wanted to play with my small penis some day. Linda said OK we will set something up. The girls let me standing there with my pants on the ground.It was after two in the morning when I heard them come in. It was obvious that they both had scored. Their hair was slightly a mess and they had that freshly fucked look about them. Rachel immediately said to Linda is it OK now. Linda said go. “What kind of woman has an orgasm every time someone says 'biscuit'? Nurrrghhhh.” *** “Everything’s fine mum, I just thought I’d pop round.” “But you never pop round. We’ve lived here for seven years and you’ve never popped round once, has she George?” “Hmmm?” George muttered from behind his paper. George Woodhead was extremely reluctant to drop the newspaper as to do so often resulted in an hour or two of hoovering or other miscellaneous tasks. He didn’t read the paper, although he made. I let the cum run down onto my top as instructed, gave the cock a kiss and smiled to the window. I heard a knock and looked round to see another cock poking through from the other side already rock hard. I crawled over to it and slid my mouth straight down the shaft, it was a bit longer than the last but a bit thinner, so I got most of it in my eager mouth as I started to bob up an down and let him fuck my face. I reached up to massage his balls and was rewarded with moans from the other side.