He struggled with something for a moment, and then pulled back, withdrawing what looked like a black tube from the murky river. It was a fat eel, perh...ps three feet long, its winding body coated in a layer of reflective slime as it thrashed about in his scaly hands. Lena recoiled in horror, the idea that something like that had been hiding in the mud at the bottom of the river filling her with revulsion. He held it out towards her, and she stumbled backwards, recoiling from it.“Keep it away! Oh. ” “Mmmm me either babe, me either. You were great, I’ve never felt a knowing tongue before.” She laughed again. “You hear that women know what women want and home court advantage really does help. Man! They weren’t k**ding!” We both laughed. I looked around our little cabin. The only window was at the side and no one could run fast enough to look in. I stood up and locked the door. As I turned to walk back to her she had stood up to meet me. We met in an embrace and kissed deeply. Our tongues. Her hard nipples were obvious and she even showed her areolas.Before boarding the plane, my sweet babe had taken a few margaritas at the airport bar; now she was mellow and a bit fuzzy. I was sorry to see we did not have a row of three seat to ourselves, because I was in the mood for fooling with her during the flight…The plane was quite full. An was sitting in a middle seat; I was to her left and a young guy to her right. A while later after departure, we were given some snacks and drinks. My. I had sucked a big black cock. I had swallowed a load of cum and liked it. I had promised to suck cock again. And although part of me felt guilty and like I was a faggot, a growing part of me was happy with accepting myself as bisexual… replaying Rose’s words ‘Very few guys are comfortable with their sexuality. They think fucking a woman hard makes them a man. But to me, and many women of my generation, we see sexuality as fluid. And a real man is willing to be vulnerable and explore his.