A few scenes later, the doorbell rang. I shut off the DVD player, pulled up my shorts, and pulled my t shirt down, hoping that it covered my hard on s...fficiently. I answered the door, and it was my best friend Danny.“Hey Justin, what’s up?”, said Danny as he walked in.“Not much Danny, just hangin’ out” I replied. “What brings you by?”“Oh, I was just heading home from the park. I was supposed to meet Joe for some hoops, but he no showed”Danny was wearing a Pen State t shirt and basket ball. What is her name?”“Alannah,” I smirked. He immediately straightened up and glared at me. I’m not sure he realized that he was doing it, but his hand strayed towards his nose. He gingerly ran his fingers across the bridge of his nose.His nose had a pronounced lump at the top of it. His fingers ran across it as if trying to smooth it out.“That takes the fucking cake,” he growled. “I can’t believe you named MY fucking kid after that bastard.”“I can’t believe you called her your kid,” I laughed. “I. My husband was behind her, lifting her dress, he was going to fuck her, and my lover had reached inside and was thrusting his fingers into her where his cock was inside mine.'Wait, Wait,', I said finally, lets do this right, and both men stopped. I lay on the mattress and invited Felicia, who had taken advantage of the break to finish undressing, to straddle my face, and once the delicious curve of her sweet cunt lay atop my mouth, I invited both men to penetrate our holes.The smell of her and. I’m not totally opposed to men. I’m just a lot more selective, you know? More careful. So we’re dancing and he leans towards me and practically shouts over the music telling me he can help. I’m like, help me with what? He says he knows I’d have preferred him being a girl, and maybe he could help me with that if I didn’t mind sharing. You know what they say about gadar. Well, it’s like Kyle has bidar or something. He can spot a woman who likes it both ways. So yeah, I say, why not. It’s like a.