Not wanting to lose his pace or place, my hot date asked me to take a credit card from his breast pocket and drop it on the check. He asked the waiter...to box up the desserts then pulled the torn, wet panty down to expose all my hair and my shaven lips to the five spectators. I lifted my hips even with the table top, spread my legs wider and thrust my pubes forward so even more tables could see my damp, slightly gaping pussy. You would have loved seeing me acting so slutty! Our waiter finally. I couldn't help, but to value the feeling. My mom implied that she wanted the whole scenario to take place, so I had to oblige to make it happen for her.After a ten minute make out session, Maria's lips drifted off mine. "I know we aren't sisters, Rose, but is it wrong to wish we were so that we could have incestuous sex too?" Maybe, you sick, hussy," I branded her, taking her hands in mine.I escorted her to the couch she was sitting on a little while ago and had her sit down first. I sat down. Gill was nothing like her photo might have indicated. The picture showed a confident young woman, who looked squarely back at the lens, an enigmatic smirk on her lips. It showed a woman without a care in the world, who promised a wealth of sexual enterprise and freedom. In fact, the almost complete opposite had tremulously knocked the door, had timidly made her way to a meeting in my garden, had stood nervously clutching the strap of her purse between her wringing hands, head bowed.Talk to. “I am NOT GAY,” I said for at least the tenth time as I felt Jim slide his hand up the crack of my ass with a handful of Vaseline. “You may not be now, but in a moment you will be and proud of it,” Jim said as I heard him unbuckle his western style belt and drop his pants. I felt him rub the tip of his cock up the crack of my ass and tugged at the ropes that had me tied to the gate.The cool fall air made me shiver and I felt my balls suck up tight against my body. “You can’t do this,” I said,.