”“That was a bit of excitement,” I said as the understatement of the year. “Too bad you didn't get to reciprocate,” I said with an ulterior ...otive. “You seem to be popular. Even my wife has made a comment or two about your body. She mentioned once, on a very hot day, you took your shirt off while you mowed our lawn and she was very impressed. I half expected she took a picture of you and masturbated to it.”I meant it as a sexy compliment but I think I embarrassed him. “Since we’re being so. He seemed cool and open-minded. I secretly hoped that we had more in common than just being collegiate soccer players. What do I mean by that? Let’s just say that I’m a brother of a different persuasion when it comes to love and relationships and leave it at that. Okay, fine. I’m bisexual. I feel drawn to both men and women, to different extents. It’s not something I go around telling people. I’m not in denial. I accept myself for who and what I am. It’s hard for me to reconcile my sexual. Anything to give me something to concentrate on, other than Juan’s attentions. He lifted the hem of my caftan, and stuck his head under it, placing his face so very close to my womanhood. It seemed he would take forever to get started, and then I felt it. He blew softly along my crotch, my landing strip feeling his breath as he focused on my petals and my clit. I was able to hold off any real feelings of pleasure, partly because of my anger, and partly because of my not being able to see. He said she had the most amazing tits, and even when she was not naked, the sheer sight of her cleavage got him hard.He had admitted so many times that when he thought about her, his cock stood to attention and he had needed to make a quick escape while working to deal with it. It didnt help that she sent him small messages telling him what she wanted to do to him when he got home, she knew his weak spot and she used it so very well.There had been disagreements between them naturally, they had.