They admired the view. "A bit higher if you please miss." Steven asked.Feigning outrage I delicately lifted it so that the side of my hip was exposed....I do believe she's not wearing any underpants." Peter said."Is this true Miss?" John asked me in earnest."Well," I shifted around on my seat; "I'm not at liberty to say good sirs."I was asked to stand with my back to them and they would satisfy themselves regarding the question of whether I had under pants on or not. I did as I was bid. I felt. “Until you come to a party, ur name will stay pink.” Even though I was still a “virgin,” I could read everything and add comments. I thought people might be standoffish, but the couples seemed happy to meet a virgin. One named Cindy really interested me. I checked her profile and saw that she lived in Framingham, not too far from me. Aside from that, she had posted a pic of her and her husband fucking. Her husband Gary was a hot dark-haired hunk, and her eyes were directed right at the camera. There I grabbed his ass cheeks, one in each hand, and rubbed and massaged. Again there was a moan from above my head. My hands shifted again, to his hips, to the waistband. They pulled the soft cotton down, away from his waist, sliding down his hips, at first exposing his ass to the cool air. They bunched around the sturdy pole that jutted out from his body. I devoured it, enjoying the warmth of his cock through the cotton. This time the moan that met my ears was harder, throatier. I unhooked. We sat on the sofa holding hands. Rachel put on some quiet music. I put my arm around her and we sat close enjoying our evening. We kissed a few times.When I left, it was very late but we were going to meet for breakfast in the morning. I slept soundly. In the morning, I was back at the apartment with Rachel meeting me at the door with a hug and a kiss. Matt and Irene were up and the four of us helped with breakfast. We served it and prayed. We then ate.Matt and Irene were going shopping and.