After he cleared the table and dropped the eight ball in, he grinned and put his stick away. "Come on, let's go." "Where to?" "I'll tell you whe... we get there." "Okay. What was your end of the wager?" "I'll tell you that when we get there too, come on." He took me to a quiet road and parked. "We need to talk Sharon." "Okay, I'm listening." "You probably think I'm gay, but I'm not." "What I saw says you are." "I'm bisexual. In this town that's as good as gay. Please don't. Um ... I’ll step out to Em’s room and give you privacy to get Jacob up.” When she got behind Mom’s back she grinned at me and winked. Yeah. Like Mom was going to uncover anything Francie hadn’t seen and had in her mouth an hour ago. But what the hell. If she wasn’t in the room, I was less likely to get a boner while Mom held the bed urinal for me.The birthday celebration was good. It would be even better Friday when I was supposed to get my casts off. I was relieved to see that V2 had good. Mrs Bs tongue was like an eel curling around Carls bell head, her talon fingers gripping his balls. Her sucking action like she was siphoning gas from a cars tank. Mr Buggerman decided to move things along. He pushed back then stood rolling Nicole onto her tummy making her knell on the settee. The stunning woman felt ashamed of how easily the man controlled her. It was like she was his toy, his life size fantasy doll. Get up on your knees, he ordered pulling her into position and as she moaned. She was an old hippy turned programmer turned retired and started her small business. She was blond/grey haired, good skin, about 5'5" and was on the large side even for me. She wore about a size 22, maybe a 24 and only fancied women - or so I thought - until one day on a trip for supplies i got to know her much better. My warehouse supplier is 3 hours south of my area, and her supplier is 30 minutes farther than that so we frequently made runs together to save gas and enjoy the.