He was grunting and sweating now, taking his cock out and plunging fully back inside Paula's tight asshole. I began to stiffen up again almost immedia...ely. I smiled to myself and commended us on our luck in seducing this charming and sexy man into our love life. His presence seemed so natural and welcome. "We're going to stretch your pussy out with two cocks." John said decisively, startling me from my musings. John and I disappeared into the bathroom to clean our cocks with a washcloth. When. ‘What’s your tally, then, Connie?’ I asked. ‘More than six,’ she replied firmly, adding after a pause for reckoning, ‘but less than a hundred.’ Then a doubt seemed to afflict her. ‘I think,’ she concluded. ‘You haven’t had a hundred boyfriends,’ Fran scoffed. ‘You’re only twenty-two.’ ‘Well, they weren’t all boyfriends,’ conceded Connie. ‘There’s a lot of one-nighters in there.’ And so Connie proceeded to disclose her sexual past, which for a woman her age was impressive. She had had several. Bathed in the soft romantic light of the moon streaming through skylight above, we kissed and caressed each other before going the whole way to mutual orgasm. In the morning we talked about our night together, and although it was her first time with another woman, she was so pleased that she’d discovered how enjoyable it was. “I’m not a lesbian,” she said as she sipped her tea, “so I guess I must be bisexual.” “Me too,” I replied. “I must admit that I was a bit disappointed when Jack told me. I WENT HOME AND THOUGHT MAN I WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, I HOPE I HEAR FROM HER, SURE ENOUGH SHE WANTED TO MEET AGAIN SAME PLACE I THOUGHT GREAT SHE IS INTERESTED! WE MET AGAIN SAME DARK PARKING LOT SAME THING WE TALKED AND KISSED AND TALKED. AT THE SAME TIME FRIENDS ARE ASKING WHAT IM UP TOO AND I TELL THEM I MET A GIRL BY WORK, AND THEY ASK ABOUT HER SO I TELL THEM WHAT I WANT TO ABOUT HER. BY NOW I'M REALLY DIGGING HER, SHE FINALLY AGREED TO LET ME COME TO HER APARTMENT BEING IT WAS SO CLOSE TO.