Stay. Let's talk, huh?” I nodded to the sofa. She sat down slowly on one end and I sat on the other end. “Okay,” said April warily. “What's ...his open marriage stuff? If you don't see guys then what?” “April. I'm bisexual, silly,” I said simply. She blinked. She looked at George and it registered. “Oh?” she whispered. I nodded. She looked at George. “Uh, is he...?” George shook his head no again. “No. Straight. Unfortunately,” I added as a joke, causing him to wince. I didn't tell April. Well most of them,” chuckled Bob.They neared the female facilities and Bob hushed his little gang with fingers to his lips. They were fingers like hammer handles, massive, long and thick with knuckles like walnuts, scarred and dirty nailed, to fit with his burly six foot seven chunky dirty T shirt clad frame. His fists were like Christmas turkeys - such a size, his forearms battered and sculptedThey crept in silently, trainers quiet on the tiled floor, entering a still steamed up changing area,. Of course, it may not have helped that Sophie was so attractive. At 30 she was confident of her smoldering dark Greek looks and her ample feminine features. She had long black wavy hair that added to the overall curves of her 38D breasts and her rounded hips. She worked out to keep her muscles firm and her weight down successfully although she was a woman who looked like she was born to spread into a Rubenesque beauty.It would take Brian about 2 hours to mow the lawn which was enough time for. I got to the point that I was pumping 3 fingers in and out of my pussy and moaning, groaning and whimpering as I was coming, I must have come a few times laying out in that field on my back naked with the rain coming down. I finally had cum enough and relaxed there – my fingers still up inside of me, eyes closed – feeling like I was the only women in the world. After laying there for some time enjoying the rain, I got myself up and picked up my shirt off the ground – big mistake, because it.