Riding my face was relaxation for her. By late afternoon the next day her voice was gone, and shecould only croak her ecstatic outcries, and my co...k was a flap ofsoft skin too drained and sore to stand for any kind ofprovocation. Finally my face was red and irritated and my lipswere puffy, and my tongue hurt, and I needed a breather. Thecocktail hour had come round again, so we sat naked and sippedBill's terrific wine. "You're a real discovery," she said, looking my face overclosely. . " Gee, thanks Boss!" grinned Corp, but his face fell as Umbatu turned back to face the prostrate white girl.The powerful African gazed down at the beauty at his feet. Her dainty bare toes, her perfectly turned ankles, those slim, honed legs. All her beauty made her treachery worse. The beast of base wanton-ness lay within her. She must DIE!"Can I have Blondie?"For a moment Umbatu seemed frozen, then he turned round slowly."WHAT?" he roared."As a-a reward for my-my loyalty... ,, " stuttered. Well, too late for tipsy. We are working on sloshed, more like.I take a piss break. When I come back, Joe has his tongue down Flossie's throat and his hand is up under her blouse, feeling those big milkers. So I run my hand up her leg and rub her crotch. I can tell by the smell that she is getting plenty hot.The barkeep comes over. "Not in here," he says. "Take her out back."Joe unhooks from Flossie and stands her up. "Where we going?" she says. She is barely able to walk."We're going to the. When a good looking guy came in I wondered what he was like naked. What he did in the privacy of his home..was he a heterosexual male? Was he gay? Was he bi? I'd never had these internal questions before. I'd probably suppressed them. I watched for a while, then another thought struck me...was I bi, was I gay even. I'd been with many females in my early life and with my wife for many years. Could you change from being, what I thought was normal, to being either bi or gay, in the time it had.