He then tells me that his Wife was back home for the weekend and was wondering if I wanted to come over. He told me a little about himself and he soun...ed like a nice guy and I told him how my girlfriend had left for the weekend also and that those were her panties that I was wearing. So after he invited me over, I said alright and he tells me to wear those blue panties. After getting ready I drive over to this guys house and he lived In a nice big house with a pool and hot tub. I knock on the. I told him I was bisexual, he did not take it too well. He really didn't understand at first. "Yes I like your penis and I like vagina" only gets you so far. Your partner needs to REALLY accept it for what it is. So we grew apart. I continued my experiments. Met a wonderful woman, I was 21 at the time and she was 42 and married. She was living a similar story, but sleeping next to a man who really didn't want to understand. Thinking about what a nightmare it would have been if I didn't continue. He was lying on his stomach, sunglasses hiding his wide open eyes flitting around from bust to bust. He felt pretty safe with his setup - no one would notice what he was doing or how hard he was. This was the life; so what if he was still a virgin? For now, the smorgasbord of jiggling boobs was enough.But the mesmerizing display of tits proved too distracting: Suddenly, two pairs of rough hands grabbed him by the upper arms and lifted him bodily from the ground, exposing the boner tenting his. “Uh…yea right Molly…Jeez, you know every guy in the room has to check you out.”“Really?” I feigned surprise, “You too? Do you check your Aunt Molly out? Do you Gregg?” my voice now completely flirtatious as I opened my blouse a hair more, my right breast almost completely visible from his angle, another inch and my nipple would be hanging out.Gregg swallowed hard as his eyes focused in anticipation of my exposing my right tit.“Well? Do you?” I would go no further until he responded, believe he.