One day Jane confided in me that she was actually bisexual but that she had not had good luck with men because she was attracted to muscle bound hunks...with a 'bad attitude' who tended to treat her like shit. As a result she tended to stick with women, although when she got drunk she would occasionally hook up with this type of guy for the night only to regret it the following morning. Whilst hearing that Jane was bisexual initially gave me hope, my hopes were dashed when she told me the type of. “You wanna see something spectacular, kid?” On the other side of the fireplace sat a man in a wheelchair. He spoke with a slow southern American drawl, crackling with barely contained excitement. “Sprinkle some of that stuff on the end of your Johnson, and watch the girls go crazy.”I looked back at Katarina and we both started to laugh; I mean real hysterical laughter that hurts. People began to look over at us as if we were mad, but we couldn’t stop. It was a release from this madness. This. ’ ‘Fine, but remember, you promised me another bed time story,’ Jenny said, her lips forming a pout that was both petulant and erotic. Her blue eyes sparkled above her flushed cheeks and her impossibly beautiful face was framed by hair the color of spun gold. She lay stretched out upon his bed, her wrists secured to the upper, rather ornate, wooden bed posts, her ankles spread and similarly secured to the matching lower posts. ‘Are you comfortable, my heart?’ He asked, adjusting the pillow. Gently, he reaches under my gown and slips off the small black panties he finds. They are quickly discarded. His hands run up my legs. The grin on his face tells me that he is pleased, as his hands run across my bare pussy. He pushes me back on the car and kneels in front of me. His lips begin to run up my thigh and then continue to the newly bare skin between my legs. The warmth of his tongue on my clit sends chills up my body as my clit hardens. The feeling intensifies as he pushes his.