And one of them my own flesh and blood."Hmmm..." Kelly groaned, rolling over onto her back across the body of her best friend, who lay smiling in joy ...eneath her, and onto the floor, stretching like a cat, "Gaaaaaaaaddddddd..." Her face was perfect, more beautiful than her Mother ever had been, but reminiscent of the girl I had fallen for all those years before. High delicate cheekbones, sparkling green eyes, long, flowing red hair, like flame made of water spilling out onto the floor. Soft,. I can thank Brittany, the best friend a guy or girl couldhave, for most of that.Oh, one other thing kept me anchored. Sex. Yeah, call me shallow, but Iloved to fuck when I was a guy, so you shouldn't be surprised that I loveto get fucked as a girl.One of the joys of womanhood is that I'm bisexual. When I was a guy, thethought of having another guy pack my fudge gave me the willies. But now,I love girl-on-girl action just about as much as girl-on-guy.It didn't take long, about eleven hours in. Because that's what she was talking about up until this point. But I guess he did want to see her sucking cock. I know that they are using me for their own sexual connection / games / excitement. But why would I pass up a blowjob? We put together a plan. She works until 6 and I have a 6:00 dinner meeting. So around 8, I'm done, back in the room and send her a note. The response is: What room are you in? Just leave the door cracked And then my phone buzzed. I have this other lady that is. "But why?" Leanne cried, a tear rolling down her cheek. "Because you've lost your thong-wearing privileges." (I had to clamp my jaw to keep from laughing.) Nervous minutes passed, and I began to wonder if Leanne was going to make anotherrun for it, but at last she turned around and rolled down her panties withone hand, keeping her arm across her chest. She turned and tossed her thongat Mrs. Parker, her actions quick enough that I couldn't see much -- but Iknew I'd see more. "How times have.