.'' She giggled. She really was enjoying this evening’s discovery. Grace patted her lap. I slowly got to my feet and moved closer. She took my hand ...nd once again tugged me towards her closer, I rested my elbows on the sofa as I went over her lap. She stroked my bum and played with the edges of my black panties. My mind was racing with anticipation.'' Now, if it is too much just say 'RED' okay?'' She squeezed my cheeks and lightly dug in her fingernails ''...and I'd like it if you asked me for. The next morning I was scared and wondering: “Am I bi? Will he tell anyone?” This went on for a few more months. I would get drunk and send him pictures and he would send me the aftermath of my pictures, him with cum all over him. Every morning after I would swear I wasn’t gay and insist that couldnt happen again. Then he came to town for a visit.With one simple text I became extremely hard: “I am in town, wanna hang out later?” I immediately took a couple shots and responded back that I would. The only problem was that my fingers were covered with my pussy. I took a quick gulp of wine in the hopes it would help calm me down. Now the problem was that I could smell the aroma of my pussy and now had to wonder if they could too and if they would know what it was. I looked over to Alex; "How is everything going" I asked in the hopes of drawing their attention away from me. "Everything is great; we just were coming in to see what you were doing. The pizza just got here; I thought;. She had also changed into a negligee with a string, thong bikini that I had never seen before.She sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for Bob to come over. He stood in front of her and Christine undid his belt and zipper. His pants fell to the floor and he stood there in his boxers. His cock was visible, pushing his boxers outward. Christine’s hands gripped his erect member and her eyes grew big. I knew that he was large by her reaction.She slowly lowered his boxers and her eyes grew even.