This part of my bisexual experience is what transpired during the rest of the weekend and it remains to this very day, probably the single most sexual...y life changing event in my life. It's now Saturday, in the early morning hours. My best guess, it's about 6 am. The sun has not yet come up but it's close. As I start to get up, I realize that I smell like baby oil and I am wearing a layer of cum that has dried to my skin and hair. I begin to freak out a little bit. Instantly, I remembered that. The doctors told him it was possible but he hadn’t had an erection since his accident. Could he really do this, would he be able to keep it up? He lowered his eyes and watched her hands, almost shaking, undoing his trousers and remove his hard member through the zip.Her breath caught as she stared. His 7.5 in cock was not only hard but it was in her hand. She couldn’t believe it. She kissed him again and began moving her hips up and down, dragging her panty covered slit along his shaft. She. Milly didn’t seem to hear though as she kept going. All I could do was shout back “She’s in the toilet” Clearly Julie didn’t hear me and shouted again. Only this time she was at the bottom of the stairs. I was getting scared now, I was really close to cumming, but my wife was literally metres away calling for her little sister. Milly must of heard her shouting as she started playing with my ass. She knew if she did this I would cum almost instantly. Lucky she did because Julie started coming up. He was losing his voice, but Lynn’s request and her improvement over the last three weeks kept him going. In desperation, he had picked Moby-Dick off his shelf of books he was supposed to have read to try to distract and console his friend and roommate. They had both readily escaped into the book from the beginning when Ishmael lamented not being able to decide whether to kill himself or someone else. At first, he wasn’t certain she was listening to the story, or just to his voice, but lately.