‘I am an old man, and see things differently at the end of my years. I will not fault you or my daughter for finding happiness amidst duty. The quee... already chastises me for over-thinking it,’ he smiled, thinking of some past private conversation, ‘I think she feared Angelica would be miserable the rest of her life. She always understood it all better than I.’ ‘Uri has difficulty with it,’ I interjected. Since we were getting things out in the open, I felt it a good time to broach the subject.. The New Slave Boy was slamming his cock down his throat and didn't swallow much of his cum and some of it dribbled down his chest. The tradie guy tucked himself in, pulled his pants up and left. Without even saying thank you. Bit rude but didn't seem to bother the New Slave Boy, he went back to work on the older guy and waved me over. I took pulled my cock out the leg of my speedo and he went to town.Pretty amazing getting blown standing next to a complete stranger. The stranger reached. Soon I was texting back and forth setting up a location. I texted the name of the restaurant I was at, and asked if was close enough. The text reply was yes and what about a place to actually fuck. I texted back that I would be at the motel across from the restaurant.The text I received next was a question I had not gave much thought to. I was asked if the sex or orientation of the respondent mattered. I answered, as long as YOU want to GET fucked, then I was ok with that, being I am a bisexual. I looked down at her leg, at that white, perfect little leg and those expensive, black lacy panties. I saw her hand hadn't moved from where it was, almost touching her cunt, so tantalizingly close, and I had a sudden and massive Vagina Jolt. I remembered her ass in those tight leather pants, how she looked when she threw her leg over that bike, how her nipples were poking out of that tight black top and I felt my cunt get instantly and soakingly wet. Just as I was about to slide my hand down.