I think I’ve always been bisexual, but somehow I was the last to know it.

In my sophomore year of college, my roommate and I decided to get out of the dorms and spend a couple days at her parents’ house in a nearby town. We needed some peace and quiet to study for finals.

The house was huge and we each had our own bedroom. My roommate’s dad was estranged, but her mother (let’s call her Ms. L) was one of those perfect moms who was always there to feed you, laugh, and gossip. Plus, she was really hot.

Ms. L was a voluptuous Persian woman in her late forties with an hourglass figure and beautiful shiny hair. She had a slow, sensual way of moving, which seemed to mimic the slightness of her accent. She was like a Persian Jessica Rabbit in yoga pants.

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