We would often study at her apartment which was in the basement of her parents house. One night we finished studying for an upcoming test and we were ...itting on the sofa chatting. Somehow sex came up and we got into a conversation about our past activities and fantasies and such. I was getting really horny, and she could see it. I was only wearing sweatpants and I had a major tent.She kept looking at it as we were talking. One thing led to another and soon she was sitting on my lap, still fully. They both came in my mouth. So, they both have to kiss my cumface or they don’t get any more blowjobs. Period!” She actually stomped her foot. “But he tasted his own cum,” I said. “So, was that it? Was it too bisexual for him?”She pulled my hair and said, “Patience.” Then she said, “So I called him, called Sammy, and I invited him over to the house on Saturday afternoon.”I started to ask how that went, but I didn't want her to pull my hair again, so I just let her tell her story.“When Sammy. I’ll knock up a quick prawn and avocado salad with a lime and chilli dressing as a starter. Will your Mum be planning to phone you later?” “Yes, probably about 7.00. May I use your phone to give her a call, otherwise she will be thinking I’m spending the whole night in the pub.” “That’s what I was going to suggest; help yourself, there’s one over there by the toaster.” Five minutes later they were sat with a cup of tea. Gemma had retrieved the yukata, while James reported in. Janet Collier was. His thick, black lips were hungrily and wetly kissing her mouth, and I saw that they were both pushing their tongues into the other’s mouths. The other men cheered and clapped as Wendell continued kissing my wife and at the same time reached down with both hands to grab her ass. His black hands looked huge on her lily-white ass cheeks as they continued dancing and swaying to the music with him rubbing and squeezing her.Knowing how the men treated Bambi, I thought I knew where that was all.