She was, if possible, even more self-destructive than Carol, and a compulsive gossip. Nothing was private once Karen knew it. ‘Carol, I’d appreci...te it if you didn’t tell Karen. This is a little personal, you know.’ ‘Ha! Tell her what? That you’re a closet perv? That you lured me down here with wicked designs on my body?’ She climbed on the table, and pushed her hands through the holes in the head board. ‘Oooooh noooo! I’m caught and can’t get away! Ooooh, Sir, what do you mean to doooo with. This can be a hunky younger man or it can be the husband of one of her girlfriends – it doesn't matter to Nancy what anyone thinks, especially me. And since Nancy is bi-sexual, she might just flirt with a woman. Or sex life together is on the kinky side but rarely includes my fucking her and she never gives me a blow job. Sex is centered on my satisfying her and that is the only objective. We do have sex frequently but it's usually my eating her pussy; it's the only sexual compliment she. .I'm sorry! I saw Tammy standing in the kitchen,she was rubbing lotion or something all over her tits, and she was naked!"I tried not to smile. I knew what they were doing to this poor boy. Seems those girls of mine like to break the rules. Either that or they know something I didn't."It's OK,Allen. Mandy does have a sweet little ass and pussy,doesn't she?" He nodded Yes and stared at me in amazement. "As for Tammy? Well who can blame you? She's fucking Hot! That's One Sexy Mamma,isn't she? She. She gave me a kiss on mycheek and we went our separate ways. At that point, for the first time,I truly questioned my sexuality.The next day, I excitedly called Susan and we started to lay thegroundwork for our adventure. She knew of an old style motel, the singlefloor type where you could park your car right outside the door of theroom. This was perfect since I was reluctant to get into an elevator orwalk any great distance across a parking lot. She said she would makereservations and call me.