I played it as cool as a man in my position might."Well, it's why we're here, isn't it?" It is indeed. I want to fuck a guy, and you want a girl to fu...k you. We're a perfect match." I heard her stripping out of her jeans behind me. Out of my sight. Then some other sounds. She was stepping into a harness."I've had this for a while. A girl friend bought it for me. Not a girlfriend, just a friend who happened to be a girl. At least, that's what I thought," she chuckled, ruefully."She knew I was. Here to defend George, was she? Or something else it might be?“Really, go de fuck away,” he said, “alone leave me please! Okay?” She was the last girl he wanted to talk to at the moment. He just wanted to be left the fuck alone. To drown in his own misery. Don’t people understand things like that?“No.” Jill replied.“Why not?” he cried out, “I doan wanna do de tawhkin’ wit’ yuh, okay?”“Yes you do,” Jill said, “You want to hear what I have to say. It’s important. Trust me.”Still tearing, he. Getting ready for work was a chore and it was hard to concentrate all day. They met up at her favorite place. It was a local dance club/bar. They had cheap drinks and good music. She was telling Patty about her feelings and Patty told her it was the seven year itch. Okay that made sense to her. Just then her eyes drifted across the bar to a guy in the corner. Could it be? Could be him after all these years? She explained to Patty what she saw. Patty told her to go talk to him so she. Oh, how the mind played tricks when left fumbling in the dark. His cock seemed bigger – longer – thicker. The tip wasn’t where my fingers had expected.I stacked my hands, stroking him up and down his shaft, twisting, varying my grip and stroke. One focused on his base, while the other massaged his head as if I was juicing an orange. The head-pounding rock music drowned out any response from him, so I relied on my instincts – utterly primal!Something brushed against my ass. Fleeing again, I.