It's the only way he'll stay faithful to me. Ever since he told me he was bisexual, I've been racking my brain trying to come up with a way to satisfy...his bisexual urges. Otherwise I fear he might go to other men. I can't lose him to a man. I don't want to lose him to anyone. The strap-on solution is my last resort.My name is Amber Tally. I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired, somewhat thick-bodied and big-bottomed Irishwoman living in the city of Bridgewater, Massachusetts. I've never been what. 'God what a dream!' "S-sorry," he called to Cara as he staggered to the shower. A cold one."Ready in a few."Katherine was waiting in the Archive Chamber, gigantic latte cup inhand."Don't you ~dare~ tell anyone I brought you this," she said, handing himthe steaming cup. "If you do, I'll rip your tongue out."She thought he'd laugh at that, but he didn't crack a smile. "You okay? You seem ...on edge." Yeah ...okay ...I'm..." he set down at his table and opened his laptop."Well, no, I'm not. I followed the contours and kneaded the palpable flesh of her body to my heart’s content, knowing the frustration I would cause. I stepped away again, stroking my shaft with both hands, just for Jenna, as she looked back over her shoulder. Yet again her lip was between her teeth and her hands groped at her own body. “The thong,” I said, simply. The wicked look fired behind her eyes again for a moment. She bent at the waist, almost touching her toes, and looked back at me as she did so,. I nearly melted and my hand covered hers. The girl then pushed up against me rubbing her tits against mine. I could smell her sweet breath and I don’t know where I got the corage but I kissed her. Relief waved over my body as her kiss reciprocated mine. Her friends turned and looked and they teased us playfully. We had stopped dancing for a moment as our hands roamed each other’s bodies and finished our deep kiss. I blushed as we broke and the DJ called us out playfully. The girl took my hand.