Samantha is still staring at me but she is also wearing the same clothesso umm did I blank out. I rub my head."Are you sure you are okay Miley, you lo...k weird and it looks like youare starting to sweat." I listen to her and she is right putting my handon my forehead I can feel I am sweaty.I look around and everything looks normal in the mall except that mymind is freaking out not even knowing that I am at the mall or why I amat the mall with Samantha and staring at grandmother and sister. The girl next was tall and curvaceous; she had to be at least a high c-cup, and her skin was tan and smooth. She had long chestnut hair with a deep red under tone and it was pulled in to a pony tall. Her face was oval in shape and looked European with brown almost black eye and almond in shape. Her lips where voluptuous and red, and curved in a sweet but confident smile that seemed to beckon me closer. The last girl was petite with a child like features and pale skin that seemed to be made of. I came while doing her doggy—our favorite position.The next day there was an atmosphere in the house. I wanted to tell Pat I didn't mind what she did with Brian. Not even that she had told him, she was willing to have sex with him. She hadn't, and it was a long time ago. The most important thing I got out of Pat's story was how aroused I became thinking about Pat opening her legs for another cock.I thought Pat might have said something, but she didn't.The following evening we were getting ready. You open it and holler, "Oh, Hell No," and start to slam the door. I catch the door threatening, “You either date me or I’ll tell the boss Monday.” I see on your face that you are resigned to the date, as you pull the door open for me. I explain, “Don’t worry no one knows I am here but you, me, and Sue. I have brought dinner, wine, and a movie, so we don’t even have to leave your apartment.” Even though you despise having me as your date, you start to relax after a couple of glasses of.