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I wonder who was the first person who had a threesome in this world? And if so, how did it work out? Did the man find a way to treat both girls equally or did he give more attention to another girl. Did he actually satisfy both girls or did they have to finish their business themselves? I don’t know. There’s too many questions that could lie in this field.

“Even more than the amount of rose petals on this bed.”

Not to mention the unwritten rules that sits with every society. If I had a girlfriend and I somehow managed to have a threesome with her and her friend, who should I enter first? Who should I give more attention too?

“Should I listen to my top head….or my lower head?”

I know it sounds silly, but I grew up with the belief that you treat your guests before everyone else. But the last thing I’d want to do is give her best friend more attention by kissing, hugging, or whatever I have to do during that process. I can see that ending very well.

“How dare you kiss the girl I brought to have sex with you!”

Not to mention who would I have to enter first? Logic says it should be my girlfriend, but my childhood says I should treat my guest’s better and technically speaking, her friend would be a guest in our little…..fun I guess you can say.

I just hope I don’t really have to be put in a bind like this because there’s just too many unanswered questions I have to go through my mind. Who do I kiss first and what is the other girl going to do during the process as we kiss? Are they both going to be on me or one at a time? What am I going to do? Decide everything on the flip of a coin?

“Honey, it’s not about what’s right, it’s about what’s fair. Now if it lands on heads, I’ll give you oral. But if it’s tails, and it’ll be your best friend.”

I like to focus on things at one at a time and if there’s two girls, I just might end up losing track as to what I should be doing. I mean I guess I could watch a couple of porn videos to see how it’s done….but something tells me it’s just not going to be the same if I copied them.

“How was I supposed to know you didn’t like to be blasted in the face. The girls in the video liked it!”

The only reason I’ve started thinking about threesomes is because the community thinks I’m some kind of sex addict. Yes, a sex addict and now they think I’m part of orgies and all these other crazy things.

You know how I know this? Because the other day after I bought around ten boxes of condoms, one of my neighbors, who is an elderly woman by the way, seen me walking out of the store with my head kept down. After that, she told her family and the next thing I know several of my neighbors knocked on my door asking me if I needed help or was I under stress.

“Did you know that our neighbor had sex with twenty girls last night. True story.”

I didn’t understand what they meant by that and I told them everything was fine. But one of them decided to get straight to the subject and tell me they knew about the orgies I’ve been having.

Apparently I’m some of the sex guru to the eyes of my neighbors.

“I can rock your world baby for just the price of a flower.”

After getting over the act they accused me of, I told them it was lie and sent them on their way. I would have loved to say it was all over, but later on that day, another neighbor came by. A couple who never bothered me much. I didn’t even know their names until that day.

I wished I could say I didn’t know why they were there, but I already knew wanted to ask me about the sex life I never had. However, it stunned me when they asked if I ever wanted to have a manajatwa, just to call them and they’ll set something up. I couldn’t believe my ears and I awkwardly accepted the card that the wife handed me.

I don’t think I’ll be able to look at them the same again…

“I knew you came too strong on to him. Now we have to ask that creepy guy from down the road.”

That afternoon as I walked down the streets for my daily walk, I couldn’t help but feel like someone was starring at me. Come to find out, a neighbor who I wasn’t too familiar with approached me. She appeared to be shy and when she finally had the courage to finally speak to me, my eyes widened.

She asked if I wanted to go back to her place to have a drink of wine and perhaps get busy with some other activities. Her main goal was to see how great I was in bed because she had the impression I had to be good from the amount of times she thought I did it. I decided to tell her the truth that I wasn’t a sexaholic, but she didn’t believe me.

The next thing I knew she started going into tears because she thought I didn’t consider her to be an attractive lady. I mean, she was cute, but I wasn’t going to sleep with her and give these people the impression I can’t keep it in my pants.

I tried to calm her down and I even gave her a hug until a sweet old neighbor started yelling at me from outside her window, telling me to leave her alone and that I was a horny dog.

“George! George! That guru neighbor of ours is trying to have sex on our front lawn!”

I would have said it wasn’t like that, but she didn’t believe me.

When I went back to my home, I was greeted with a poster taped on my door about a sex addiction support group. I didn’t really want to go there, but I started to wonder if that was going to be the only way to fix this crisis. I never knew I had so many concerned or noisy neighbors….