She invited me out to a local beer festival where the intention was to taste as many different beers as we could. By the time we left, both of us wer... pretty drunk, but we decided to go with some friends to a nearby brewery for another round. While in the brewery she was sitting in my lap, legs wrapped around my waist making out with me and grinding her pussy against my cock. We’d been dating for a while and had had threesomes with my wife, and we had fucked on many occasions, but always with. He beamed with pride, though.On the morning of the fourth day, a messenger boy arrived at the hotel. The family had just returned from breakfast, when the boy came running in. He ran up to the desk clerk, asking for Bob Malone. The clerk pointed Bob out and the boy came over."Sir, are you Bob Malone?" he asked. "I have a message for you from the Pinkerton's." Yes, boy, I'm Malone." Bob acknowledged.He handed the boy a quarter tip (he was getting to be an exorbitant tipper, and was enjoying it).. " I thought she was trying to make us feel better for the way we felt about him!" Well, I knew how she felt about him," said Danni. "She felt about him the same way I feel about him. That's why I had to do it. I watched him, making you feel good, and I couldn't stand it because I knew how good he made Phee feel, and I had to feel that too." Yes," said Beth, speaking for the first time. "Let's talk about how you knew Phee did her brother ... and the rest of us didn't." That's my fault," said. So, never mind”, Chris replied.“Oh, come on, it won’t freak me out”He looked at me, and smirked.“I just… think you’re kind of.. cute.”, He told me.“Really?” I said with a smile on my face.“I just kind wish you were into guys, sometimes.”“You’d be surprised.”, I said, trying to hide my smile.“No offense, but if you’re trying to get across that you’re bisexual, I couldn’t see it.