Her speech was powerful.“Germaine and I have been brainstorming about a polyamorous household. I don’t think that I could find everything that I w...nted in one person, if only that I physically enjoy both men and women. Hell...” the mild curse seemed unusual in her diction, but appropriate. “I wouldn’t call myself bisexual. I’m trisexual. I’ll ‘tri’ anything.”“I enjoy close mentoring relationships, but I don’t enjoy children with whom I can’t make an intellectual connection. I definitely don’t. Diary, [Written December 6]As we girls reached the kitchen, we said somewhat loudly, “Happy Birthday, Old Man!”Since he was, as we girls had hoped, sitting at the table, we coordinated to pull his chair out and turn it somewhat. I straddled his lap, rubbed my crotch on his, and kissed the daylights out of him. I could feel him responding, so while I maintained the kiss, I reached down with my right hand and began fondling his dick. He moaned quietly in my mouth and when I felt that he had. I did as she said, wondering exactly what this did for her. She brought both hands into play, the fingers of one touching my lips, the fingers of the other feeling my tongue. It tickled, and the taste of rubber was very odd, but I did my best not to show it.“Very good,” she opined at length. “Wiggle your tongue for me, Darren.”Stranger and stranger, but I did as I was told.“Excellent!” came the verdict. “You may close your mouth, Darren.”I didn’t want to. I wanted to ask what this was in aid. It HAD to be at least 10 inches. Debbie pushed the gurl back, stood up and walked over to the center of the room where she lay down, raised her legs high in the air and spread them very wide to a split.The giant gurl knelt in front of her and took Debbie's pussy with his giant cock. Without pause, he slid his cock in Debbie's pussy all the way to the hilt, Debbie let out a loud groan of pleasure and with the exception of the music the only sound heard was the slap. slap. slap of Debbie getting.