She looked around from where she was lying as I pulled myself out from between her legs. I looked back in the closet and found her bikini. "What?" she...said as she looked at our clan cousins. "Brenda said he'd made love to every seventeen year old he'd had in the closet. What are you staring at?" Our cousins all applauded."We all faked it," Louise said. "Brenda! You're gonna get it now!" Brenda took off screaming with Louise and Carl right behind. That broke the shock and we all started. She was shocked after hearing all this from me. I requested her to arrange any lesbo women because this locality was totally new for me. She said, she will see. Topic changed to your husband’s stamina. I said I am not having any complaint with my husband stamina because I am a bisexual I find more fun with women than menI started asking her husband’s stamina suddenly she started crying and said she live very stressful due to lack of sex in her life because his husband is a heavy drunkard too.. A passionate and memorable make out session commenced. We just promoted ourselves to lovers, as our lips remained together for over five minutes straight. Then her lips departed to mine only by a few inches. "Did you like that, Rick?" Gloria pondered. "Yes," I replied softly. We both turned our heads to Rhonda sucking the life out of my cock. Somehow, Gloria restored my defenses so I didn't shoot yet. Her mouth slid off my cock. "Rick, I want my cum. Give it to me," she demanded. In efforts for. A few drunk-dials over the next couple of months didn't do much for my dignity, but then those stopped, too. I was depressed.I told my family what happened, the short but truthful version. There was no way I could sweep the breakup under the rug. My parents didn't make it much easier on me-they loved Maria, but they saw I was suffering, and were as supportive as they could be while still reminding me that I had screwed up. My dad, a man of few words and strong convictions, said: "You screwed up.