”“I’m Joe. My friend is Eddie. Care to join us?”“I just saw an old acquaintance,” she said. “Maybe she could join us?”“No,” Joe wh...spered. “I don’t think she wants the association.”She pouted. Joe worried she would ignore his suggestion. But she sighed and nodded. Settling onto a seat, the waiter came and Joe and Eddie ordered drinks. “The usual,” said the beautiful escort. The waiter nodded. A sexy blonde in a tight fitting little black dress, a tall pink drink in hand, appeared at the table. I saw an ex I hadn’t seen in years and put on new lipstick for the occasion. I send one of my similarly afflicted female friends a steady stream of GIFs of Chris Hemsworth nearly falling out of his low-slung jeans in Thor. I still don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me accept I am constantly changing my panties or pressing my clitoris against some bar stool as I think about cock.So how did this all happen to me, a good christian girl?Being such a good girl meant I needed to know what. I know you like to call him the ‘Boy Scout’, and that you and I-Bar think of him as pure and innocent, but he is one of the most intelligent men you will ever meet.’ Folsom scoffed, ‘Sean Wallace is a naïve wimpy rich boy. Look how he let you walk all over him with Mark and me, even though he didn’t know about us. Then he ran away with his tail between his legs because his feelings got hurt.’ ‘Tom, Sean was not naïve, he was trusting. There is a big difference. I’m just warning you that there. I first realized this only when one guy was staring at my boobs way too long. Normally I enjoy this and might bend and tease him a little more. But today, I was super tired and in no mood for any such things.I covered it with my pallu. That is when I first realized the state of my saree. I immediately became shy and tried adjusting to it. As the crowd started coming in, now I was surrounded by men. But they all gave me enough space, so I was not worried. After few moments, I started to feel.