Free Forum: BISEXUALS HARDCORE would be in my hand and I'd be working it pretty good. But I always waited. Eventually Buddy would grunt like a grizzly tearing open a beehive and that meant it was time to fuck that hot, silken sheath between her legs. I couldn't even fathom what their lovemaking was like. He groaned and she squealed and the bed squeaked in a rhythm like a machine gun rattling off.
It was insane. Every morning this happened, and maybe three or four nights a week. It was almost always Cindy who started things, too. I would come all over my hand and stomach and smile at the ceiling and whisper, "Buddy, you are the luckiest bastard in the world."
She was a great lady. She was friendly with everyone, and when she flirted with some fortunate soul you could see the guy light up like a Christmas tree. It was obvious that she was crazy about her man, but whenever she turned the charm she could overwhelm the most hardened heart. She loved to touch, loved to put her soft hands on you, loved to whisper in your ear, so you could feel her warm breath on your skin. She knew the power she had over men, and she loved to use it.
