I watched them in the mirror above me, as they stopped either side of my legs. Gently they eased my legs wider and then they began. T...gether they softly parted my pussy lips, “My god, she’s wet” one of them said, spreading my pussy wide, their fingers slid into me. I moaned instantly, the feel of it, and the exquisite sight of two guys fingering my cunt. Their fingers wet with my juices rubbing against each other. John pulled my pussy tight with his fingers while Clive. Taking my fingers, still wet with your juices I lean forward and brush your nipples, making them wet and hard with your own juices. “I hope that relaxed you even more than your hot bath did.” I sigh, standing up to undress myself. “Do you think you have the strength to sit up my darling?” With great effort, you manage to push yourself up by your hands and are now sitting on the edge of the bed.I move up to you making sure the blindfold is still secure and casually brush against you so you can. I saw great opportunity in Northern Ireland, knowing that the game was fixed. I simply had to be on the side with the advantage. You see in Northern Ireland the people were kept backwards by their leaders in the religious ferment of the counter reformation. The Protestants and Catholics of Northern Ireland were still waging a war that had been over for three hundred years. The ruling class of English Lords and Scottish businessmen created a religious hobgoblin, the Pope, and handed him up to. Rob was straight. But, of late, he was thinking about trying this “mostly” idea.He was drawn to Jake’s attitude about gender. “If it feels good in the moment and tastes good, why not sample it when the urge strikes? It’s like an exotic meal. Sometimes, you just have a craving and it can be satisfied easily. Later, you can take it or leave it. But whatever you do, don’t label it… unless you decide you’re done with the fairer sex completely.” The guys would laugh at that. In truth, neither of.