I am sure that it was the first event that set off my curiosity about being in a threesome, in particular a MFM threesome where the other male partner...was black and the female was big and blonde. Once I made the threesome part actually happen, even though it was played straight, I can’t get it out of my mind, and am still looking some day to have a black male playmate involved for some hot bisexual sixty-nine sucking after burying his cock into a hot and horny blonde.Elements of the locker. The nod to the old days of hip boots and canvas duck coats let the backward facing men know, they had a working fire.They pulled up in front of the building, the entire South end of the fourth floor was belching deep red flames and thick black smoke which settled in the cool evening air of this October night. The haze clinging to the ground obscured the lower levels and it already had the caustic plastic taste typical of modern fires. “Engine 15 out 1441 Elm, 5 story commercial, heavy mill. Janice put on the stuff she'd worn yesterday. Mine was still in the wash, but they probably didn't fit me now. Grandma came to the rescue. Panties, bra, t-shirt, and some stretch jeans, currently a little tight. I was a strange sight, more man than woman, but not looking utterly ridiculous in these clothes. At least she didn't push things. No dresses, at least yet. I went down and found an interesting looking book in the library, and spent the afternoon reading. It was close to five when I got. Did it matter? The lights had gone out. There was nothing left but bleakness and waiting. A pall had descended over his world and painted it black, that which was left cast in shadows. Faces swam and out of existence, talking to him in conversations he didn’t really remember. Roger, and surprisingly, his wife. Mary Reed. His boss, a few friends from work. Greg and Amy. Andrea. His… fiancées… friends and co-workers, people he’d met maybe once and barely knew. What were they doing here? Every.