They were a deep forest green with a dark ring of gray around the pupils. They were eyes that boldly met his own baby blue gaze from across the room. ...e smiled at her and she flashed him back that slow, seductive, smile he had see her flash only a few close, male, friends. Her smile got his mind on to a more, shall we say, improper track.She was wearing one of those short, mid thigh length, skirts that made her legs look like they stretched for miles. He wondered what those legs would feel like. “All four of you cooked this up?” Jenny asked accusingly.I was about to say something when Carl interrupted me and said, “This is how it is, Jenny. If you don’t go with them, I will be so worried about you that I will be following you around to make sure nothing happens to my best friend’s girlfriend and flunk high school. Then John’s dad would have to quit his job to watch out for the both of us.”That got a laugh from all of us. But Carl was not done and became very serious.“I don’t know why I. They headed back to the Grand Canal and found a gondolier bringing his boat in. There was no line. Another couple got out. He saw Alan and Marissa standing there."Care for a ride?" he asked in a fairly good faux-Italian accent.Alan helped her in the boat. They sat down in the plush seats. Marissa sat close to her lover.The gondolier was funny and engaging. He sang in Italian.All the while, Marissa felt Alan's hands on her bare shoulders and arms. His touch gave her chills.When she looked at. One of the guys goes over to the corner and brings over this talland wide padded barstool and puts it down in front of me. I getthe idea and get up, and bend over the barstool so my stomach isresting on it and my legs are spread by one of the guys. They askme if I want to get fucked and I totally practically beg them tofuck me. With that, I get to suck on the guy that's in front ofme for a little bit. I feel my skirt being pulled up and my thongand hose pulled down just off of my ass. I can.