I startedup helplessly at my fianc?e, still panty-gagged as Spice said, "Let meget a knife. This cheap old thing has its uses..."The next thing I knew... another hole had been cut framing my butt, andJanet was smiling sweetly down at me. She was wearing a short skirt andthe skimpiest panties imaginable, and my lowly position gave me atempting view of her assets."What lovely girlish features they gave you!" she beamed, "To match therest, I guess. And a mouth full of panties, too." She. ”“You know this from experience?”“I’ve never tried heroin,” I deadpanned.Mary rolled her eyes, said, emphatically, “You KNOW that wasn’t what I meant!”“If you want to be understood only one way, speak such that you can only be understood one way!”“As if THAT were even remotely possible with you! You could twist anything I said to mean ANYTHING!”“Maaaybeeee,” I said with a silly grin.“Seriously, I know you’ve had quite a few partners; do you have regrets? Or maybe it’s better to ask if you’ve. I decided to go for the feeling of strength and power the V-Rod provides, so I threw a leg over her, strapped on my helmet, and hit the starter. Instantly the shiny all black beast coughed out her throaty roar. A blip or two on the throttle, and I was off to Lynn. The crisp air was invigorating, and foretold of a New England autumn rapidly taking hold. I picked up I-95 and scooted around Bean Town till I hit 129 heading southeast into Lynn. A older blue collar town, Lynn has yet to see much. Gary was not at all sober after his pool match, but he still wanted me to tell him all that I had been up to when we got home, and we ended up having a very clumsy oral session before we went to sleep.My mind was working overtime. I was getting more and more bi fun, and I had to admit to myself that I was really enjoying it and perhaps looked forward to it more than I should.Gary had asked which lady I preferred out of Yvonne and Hazel and I found that difficult to answer. They were both very.