"That's just a word. Let me wash and dress and I'll explain it all to you."Then she whispered to me, "I'd better talk to her and make sure she doesn't...tell anyone what we've been doing."I nodded my assent.Becca was Uncle Dan's daughter. She was a year younger than Heather and a year older than me. She spent a lot of time during the summer at the farm but she didn't usually sleep over except on weekends or holidays. Grandpa tried to keep the bedrooms open for out-of-town guests. We hadn't seen. At one point, Stan steered me into an office that was empty and dark, and he was all over me. I resisted a little, but I didn't want to make a fuss. Any scene here would be a disaster. At the casino, Stan and I were anonymous. Here, I'm the wife of a partner, and he's an important client. So I can't really make any noise or run out of the room suddenly. He took my indecision for acquiescence and really turned it on. He kissed me hard and held me hard, and felt my breasts, and got under my dress. Her name was Sandra, about 5ft 4 tall slim body and nice pert tits. We seemed to get on well, so we became roommates. It seemed to work out well, then I walked into bathroom one day and accidentally intruded when she was in shower, her body looks awesome, nice tits and omg cock and balls. I was shocked, she been living with me a month and hadn’t realised she was transgender. I just stirred and apologies to her, awkward. After quiet chat we agreed it make no difference and tried to get on with. I don't want to kiss them. I don't want to fall in love with them. I don't want their dicks in my mouth, pussy or asshole. Even though I damn well remember how wonderful it all felt, once upon a time. With a song in my heart I continued working my dildo deep inside Samuel like a gold prospector in a mine. And I must say that his shrieks and screams were sweet music to my ears.I thought of all the Black men I've fucked with my trusty strap-on dildo. Oh, man. Sometimes I lose count. Well, almost..