If you come to Chicago we'll only see each other for a few hours before you're scheduled to go back home."Jessica waited for Rollie's reaction, knowin... he wouldn't be pleased. He had already talked about the lack of time they had together when he came to Chicago for a visit."Rollie, you still there," she asked after several seconds of silence. "Say something." Yeah, I'm here Jess." I'm sorry but I have to go to this meeting." Jessica explained with a pleading tone in her voice. Then her voice. You can see them clearly when I walk orwhen I just stand still. I am so pissed I just want to cry.What am I thinking, I look like a baby girl, not a little girl? Oh my godhow did this happen? I get so excited I want to cry, so I focus on notcrying or they will treat me even more like a baby girl.I get so excited, and I don't know what to do. Without any warning, Ifeel a little pee squirt out into the diaper. I notice neither one ofthem noticed I peed a little in the diaper. For some crazy. Her riding style ensured that she was rubbing her clit against my pubic area bringing her to another orgasm. Her moaning grew louder and louder as her orgasm approached. When I felt my own orgasm nearing I started to buck up and down pushing my cock deeper into her pussy with every thrust. It was like we were at a rodeo. I was the bucking bronco and she was the very experienced rider. I could not hold out any longer and somehow we managed to reach our orgasms at the same time. When Aunt Joan. I knew it didn't mean I was a lesbian because I'd had sex with boys, too, and enjoyed myself. The lesbians I'd met did not enjoy sex with a man. Period.So that left bi-sexual. I knew there were women who could go either way in the swinging world. I hadn't understood the attraction, until now. Guys were hard, especially in one place, but they had hard muscles, hard shoulders, and muscular and hard butts. Girls were soft. Suzette had kissed me, and it had been so soft and tender I almost couldn't.