When it began again, a low bass beat thrummed through the floor and each female dancer came to life, running into their partners' waiting arms. Ivy w...s breathing hard now, and she winced slightly as her partner's hands grasped her waist and lifted her into the air, catching her again and setting her gently down in a well-coordinated movement. The song was almost over – just one more slow section. Her anger had slowly faded as she'd gotten further into the dance; dancing never failed to calm. Then there were times when I sat on a girl friends face and had my photo taken by her man, and in some cases her lady.Eyes closed as fantasised about a male and female giving me sexual pleasure at the same time I orgasmed three times with my vibrator.After dinner alone I decide to try my luck in the bar downstairs and a little after eight I am dressed to kill, or at least catch a sexual partner.An hour later Marilyn who has told me she is ten-years younger than me and seriously bi-sexual is in. .This happened when we were in college.. We bunked classes and went to a movie k3g.. In the theatre itself v were playing with each other with soft caresses and kisses. I was pressing her boobs and kept my hands over her pussy teasing it. She just kept her hand on my dick and kept teasing me. After sometime v really wanted it bad so left the movie in between and came to my house. As soon as we reached home I banged the door shut, caught her ass and lifted her up and kissed her hard on her. I sighed and looked around the penthouse apartment that he owned. It was spacious and open. There was a large bank of glass windows that looked out at the beach and the Pacific Ocean. The furniture wasn't bad, though there were no real decorations. It was so austere and sterile. Like no one really lived here. My bedroom was just a disaster. I had Venetian blinds. No real curtains. No posters. No little knickknacks.All the stuff that decorated my room was back in my real bedroom. I had just my.