“I’m not interested in sharing a guy in any way, shape, or form.”“I suppose I could do that,” I said. “Even for a Red Sox fan. That said, ... have to say game six of that series was the greatest game of baseball I’ve ever seen.”“Don’t remind me about ‘75!” Katy complained. “I thought finally the Red Sox were going to break the curse!”“It’ll never happen! Trading Babe Ruth was insane, and the BoSox deserved what they got. Boston and the Cubs are both cursed! Forever!”She sighed, “At least the. ” And with that the two other women went upstairs, arm in arm.“We can hang out a while longer, if you’d like,” said James. “But I’d suggest going a little easy on the wine. A little bit of lubrication lowers the inhibitions nicely, but too much isn’t a good idea.”We chatted for a while. Honestly, I can’t tell you what we talked about. I had chills and my stomach was in knots. All I could think about was what waited us upstairs. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore.“I’m going upstairs,” I. Your eyes are still closed, but your mouth is slightly opened, your eyebrows up ever so slightly as your cock gets harder in my mouth, my tongue rolling around it as I pump a bit. I get your rigid shaft about halfway into my mouth and I start to pump faster, a salty taste filling my mouth as your head starts to leak pre-cum. I pump up and down, slowly but surely working my way down your cock, hearing your sleepy moans as I tighten and loosen my lips, changing the amount of pressure from my. I would never do that to you, and I would never do that to your sister.”She actually started to cry! I asked her what was wrong, and she said that was such an amazing thing to say, that I was thinking of both of them. “Well of course, I love your sister, and I love you. That will never change, no matter what. I will always respect each of you for yourselves, and never try to use one of you to get something from the other.”When we got to her house I walked her to the front door, then we spent.