I do not know, about other bisexuals, but somehow I had my clock set in a way that I would want a cunt or an ass, when I wanted. I heard my mom asking me to go back, check and bring the eggs from the chicken cages. I knew, I was not the first nor was I the only one. This was cruel. We lived on a ranch like set up with a vast acreage of land in the back of the house, my father had bought for peanuts and little by little, he had almost established a stable back there. Fuck! Every time when I came home, I could not remember Roxy and sometimes, I did not go back in the stable to see her until it was a day or two already. This was affording me a full feel of her back fur on my naked chest and giving me soothing comfort even though the heat of the day was also increasing. Now, she had started licking the front of my shorts with enhanced vengeance.
