”“And then you got to use what you learned the next week with Katie?”“Yeah,” I nodded, “Becky would teach me one week, taking things just ... little farther each time, and then Katie and I would do that much the next weekend.”“So, Katie wasn’t your first?” Mom asked. “Becky had you that weekend before Katie’s birthday?”“That’s right, Mom,” I replied, “are you disappointed in me?”“No, I guess not,” Mom shrugged. “I’m amazed at Becky, though. She really did everything with you before you got to do. This is a true account (except for name changes) of my first bi experience.I was si****n and working at a local garage, my first job since leaving school. Everyone i worked with were great to have a laugh and joke with, always taking the piss out of each other without ever being nasty. One guy i got on really well with was John, who was a dirty perve, always telling smutty jokes and flashing his cock at the ladies (not that they minded). John was in his fifties and lived on his own, but was. Woh ek jhatke ke sath darti hui uthi.Mujhe dekh muh phulati hui takiya lekar mujh par pheki aur dheemi awaaz mein boli: Idiot! Dara diye mujhe. Chor!Main hasta hua bola: Chor? Maine kya chori ki?Swati: To aur kaon aata hai aise?Main uske takiye ko bagal mein rakh bola: Kya hua? Itna gussa kyu kar rahi ho?Ham dono hi dheeme awaaz mein baat kar rahe the taki bahar aunty ko pata na chale ki main Swati ke kamre mein hoon.Swati: Kuch nahi.Main: Aise to nahi thi jab akhiri baar tumhe dekha tha. Poori. She too cooperated and helped me to adjust. We knew something naughty would happen today. I entered my hands in her kurti and started caressing her navel. She started breathing heavy. We stood and forwarded to bed room. There I hugged her and gave a kiss on her lips. She could hardly breathe so I stopped and came on my knees. I removed her kurti up and kissed on her navel . She enjoyed and put her hands in my hairs .I went down further and kissed on her pussy over the leggings. She shivered . I.