The boy and me watching Raeline kneeling to lick her triangle, her hands on her hips, the boy’s eyes like dinner plates while he watched. When she arrived that night she was holding hands with a very attractive young man around twenty-five, James, she told us. We are both in our late thirties, attractive business professionals, sexually sophisticated, and gender fluid, bi-sexual. Beforehand Morgana had told me, warned me, “I want to have James. Instead I hadn’t realised the two women had decided they wanted to watch James give me a head job. And we really do enjoy some racy commentary during sex, an extra dimension. “I love it.”
“Good, no more sex until Saturday night with your bi-sexual, lipstick lesbian lover while I watch,” I told her. She had all of us hanging to her every word while she explained, “I was born in Asia, with a Thai mother and an Australian father. When she arrived that night she was holding hands with a very attractive young man around twenty-five, James, she told us. Some of the older women with young men in tow.
