My parents were divorced but they had recently begun seeing each other again, however, as they lived 3000 miles apart it gave them both time to get ov...r any friction they had suffered when they’d been together. This was probably a good arrangement in their case.Since that night I had taken to leaving my bedroom door slightly ajar every night, deliberately accidentally of course. But every night my mother had made sure the door was closed to her bedroom. The first night after my father left. "I am beyond pissed off now and a dead calm comes over me and I lower my voice to just above a whisper. In almost a growl I say "What?, I haven't tried anything with you. I have been polite and acted like a gentlemen all night. You are the one that started this shit. Not me. All I asked you is if you needed a ride home. I never once suggested anything else. You yelled at me and called me a pervert, you slapped me. So fuck you!" This makes her very angry and she shoves me. I don't move, I just. I even caught acouple peeking at us once. When I say caught, I reallymean that I knew they were there and I really put on ashow for them. That was fun.DIRTY DANCING: I’ve had surreptitious three-ways innightclubs where we have done it on a crowded dancefloor, and there have been times when all three of usvisited the restroom in a fancy hotel.VACATION SEX: I especially like threesomes when onvacation. That always adds experiences that stay withyou long after the vacation is over.MAN O MAN. She had to slide by my 5 foot 8 inch body, half blocking the door and totally fixated on her to the point I had forgotten I was even standing in the doorway. Luckily, my lean, if rather lanky body wasn’t blocking too much. Soccer kept me in pretty decent shape, I figure.It was then I noticed her eyes were wet ... and not from rain.“Are you ok?” I tentatively asked, trying not to pry.She gave me a depressing kind of a face and wiped her tears.“Sorry. I just broke up with my boyfriend.”She had.