“I do, but where are we going?”“We have a lot of planning to do,” I told her. “Our spouses are treating us like shit. There’s things I’l... want to show you and tell you and I think it’s time we got you a phone you can use to keep in touch with me and anyone else you can count on for help.”“I can’t afford that,” she told me, worriedly.“Let me worry about that,” I said. “Besides, Otto just saved you a bunch of money by bringing you to me.”She nodded and sighed. “What do I have to do?” she. Am I even gonna get out of this?“I am going back to work. Now listen...if you say anything to my mom about this, then these pictures will get out somehow! All of the cum and torn pantyhose? It’s not my problem...it’s yours! You’re gonna think of something to say to her...as long she doesn’t know I was here! You get that, Sissy boy?!”I heard the part about me and my friend was getting to an end. What was she going to do now that she knew? I heard her climax! Wow! I’d never heard a woman moan. By the time I was eighteen my brother had moved out of the house as he was in his last year of University. I was a freshman but decided to stay at home for the time being. Mainly because Kim and I had become lovers. Hot lovers.Which was nice as my last three lovers had been men. I have never discussed my bi-sexuality with my family but somehow I think they know. I have had as many men as women. I like my men older and my woman younger. I have been bi since I can remember and my best. I approached my princely pole with adoration and due reverence, carefully orchestrating a cadence and effect to bring myself to the brink, and then ease back, bring myself to the height of majesty, then float back to a smoldering wane, learning there was no elixir syrup as well suited for lubrication than nature’s own. The glistening escape of pre-cum always paved the way for absolute nirvana. K-Y? Not even close. I loved that slickness, and used it to great effect. My prowess was not to be.