‘Hot Toddy. Two lemons.’ ‘Mind reader.’ He turns and leaves. I groan low. It’s been two days since I started sleeping in Leo’s bed, and ... doubt the pattern is going to change anytime soon. My only concern—and really, it’s nothing major—is that I still have no fucking clue what I’m doing. Less than no fucking clue. We call, we text, we have sex, and when we’re not having sex, he works and I write or we watch TV or drink. It’s a weird, comfortable pattern that I would be fine with if it had a. A towering plume of mist seemed to be emanating from within somewhere deeper in the cleft. For several hundred yards they followed a faint man-made trail thru the cleft as it got even steeper. The trail ended at a solid rock face and to the entrance of a small cave, the cave showed evidence of being previously worked. The entrance was dark and they could not see how far the cave went. They pulled out flashlights and went inside, more evidence the cave had been worked was present and as they. I wasn’t in any of her classes but gym because she was in all honors, but she would say hi to me in the halls and in gym. She was my partner during our mandatory Dance unit.“Kimiko are you already?” I asked her.“What oh Brad yes I’m fine where are the other two”“Lying out cold on the ground” said the mystery k**“Thanks Mikey. Brad this is my brother Mikey. Mikey this is Brad a friend from school”I should hands with Mikey and couldn’t believe what Kimiko said. Mikey was not Japanese yet he is. His tongue was busy, exploring all around where my cock stretched his wife open, the underside of my swollen shaft, my balls and her clit.I should explain something here. Neither Greg or myself considered ourselves "bi". On the other hand, neither of us was in the least bit homophobic, although we had not ever had any kind of sexual contact with another male before we met, and not with each other unless one or both of our wives were also present. But we had discovered that we weren't in the.