It was just so nice how, as if on cue, you and Milly stepped into our arms, reached back and undid your bras. Then you both loosened our shirts and to...k them off. We were all four topless. I reached up to stroke Milly's breasts, her dark nipples were hard and large. Jim did the same with your beautiful, soft breasts. I noted that all of us were breathing very hard. My hands trembled a little and, as much as I was enjoying looking at Milly, I found myself watching Jim's hands on you more, their. The bathtub is full of steaming bubbles and there is a fluffy towel and washcloth on top of the hamper. On top is a single long stemmed red rose. A rose? For you? Why not? After all, a single red rose is a symbol of love, deep and true. You pick up the rose and smell it. That is when you notice the note under it. ‘Slip under the bubbles and enjoy a nice soak, I will take care of the rest.’ The note is not signed, but does it need to be? After all it was just a little while ago, while you. I regularly used a phone contact line for gay and bisexual people attempting to get contacts and arrange meetings, which was on occasion successful but not very often, many time wasters just out for a cheap thrill and scared of making a real contact and following through with it.This event happened about 10 years ago now and I often recall it with fondness, although at the time I thought I had blundered very badly. I had a run of several good contacts, I can recall meeting a guy locally at his. I lick the perineum first while dipping in to her pussy occasionally. I close my eyes and moan as I feel her little hands holding on to my testicles as part of my cock's engulfed inside her mouth. Determined to make her cum at the same time as me, I lick from her pussy all the way to her asshole. She groans into my cock as I increase my tempo. I realise we are matching each other's rhythm as we pleasure each other simultaneously. I insert my thumb inside her pussy as I continue my attack on her.