Back when my man (38) and I (35) were swingers (not anymore, so, don’t ask me for meetings) we had a couple swap session with a gorgeous ebony couple. They were taller than me, so I felt a little bit intimidated.
At first, she and I decided to dance for the guys, and some minutes later we started to take off our clothes. She took off my dress and I did the same with her t-shirt and her jeans. Of course, the guys didn’t waste anytime because, in a matter of seconds, they were completely naked. Well, it’s time to be sincere here, I’m not Katy Perry, “I kissed a girl and didn’t like it”, and that happened back in high school and then again in college. After that, I was completely sure that I wasn’t gay nor bi.