She climbed off him and Jon wiggled his eyebrows in quiet celebration, telling me wordlessly to check his girl out.His girl? Whatever."Zoey," Jon bega..., "I'd like you to meet my fr..." ... Oh, no need for introductions," she said, smiling widely at me. "We've met."Quietly, and slowly, she moved in to kiss me on my "cheek." I use the word "cheek" loosely, since she planted her bright pink lips a half-inch away from the corner of my mouth. Her slow approach made the kiss very tender."How's my. It was such a fantastic turn on for me and I'd like to experience it again, but not — repeat not — if you aren't really sure that you can handle it. I really want to do it baby, but not at the cost of losing you and destroying my marriage. It has to be something that we both want with no reservations. So tell me baby, are you sure?" I'm sure I want to, but how can we tell if I can handle it until we actually do it?" Easy honey, we do a couple of test runs."She looked hotter than hell. Low cut. .sweet, perfume. But such perfume I never smelled the like. It heightened the erotic feelings flaming through me..I grew more..I felt huge. I was dizzy and hot, feverish, my skin was dry and burning. A hand encircled my hard feverish member..for some reason I knew it was a hand without seeing it..as I suddenly realized whatever was with me was female. The hand was small..a young girls hand...and it squeezed me and began to gently and maddeningly stroke me..softly, slowly..feather light; but oh. Supposed to meet up with a couple of friends." Let's go see if they want to join us. I need the vodka for later but there's more than one way to party." How old are you?" Just eighteen, why?" Just checking you ain't jailbait." Oh, no. I'm all legal and looking for fun." I thought you had a boyfriend." 'Had' not 'have'. What would you do if you were a girl and you found the love of your life not only had a pencil dick -- no, the stub of a pencil dick -- but also had a three second fuse? I mean,.