Paul and I still like the odd spliff at bedtime, and he doesn't know it, and nor did Angie, but when I was a club babe back in the '90s, and when I wa... in the right mood and the right company, I was a quite partial to a bit of clam-jousting. I wouldn't say I was bisexual, I did used to say if asked that I was just sexual. If there was a willing woman near me, and I was buzzing on the amazing E's we used to get back in the day, chances are we'd have at least a good snog, and occasionally we'd go. The light was off in there."Houston, we have a problem," she said softly.Three of them sat around the kitchen table. Bob fussed with the carafe of freshly brewed coffee and then brought it to the table, poured, and sat down. It was almost one in the morning, but it was technically Saturday, so the impromptu family meeting wouldn't have an impact on normal life. Whatever that was. It was, in fact, the definition of "normal life" that was being established, in a way.Bob was dressed in pajama. He is smarmy enough to always be polite to my parents. I'm surprised I haven't gotten a call to return home immediately to patch things up. My Mom is going to be surprised as hell when she gets that call. I got a scholarship. I don't need the piddling amount of money they send to me."They send me a hundred bucks a month. The meal for four of us will cost more than a hundred bucks. They have no concept of the real world. Sure, given what Adam has told me, things are more expensive in Mount. She wanted it. A suggestive smile curled the corners of her mouth. “You’re so big,” she whispered, blowing soft kisses between his inner thighs, a worshipping hand caressing his balls, the other hand working the length back and forth with slow measured strokes, pulling the foreskin over the bulbous head and dragging a finger nail over the dark blue vein running along the side of the massive column, pressing a thumb against the vein, feeling the pulse and the surge of blood rushing through the.