All the benches were filling up and a couple of men asked if they could share our bench. I welcomed the opportunity to flirt. "Please join us" I said... One sat one side and the other sat on my side. I couldn't help but show him what was on offer. I sat astride the bench, exposing my pussy (my now very wet pussy) to the guy. The shorts were right up my pussy and the lips were hanging out the side. He couldn't stop staring. My tits were hard and the nipples erect. My husband suggested we go. "Irene grinned at Kari and continued, "I remember you thought about what that meant for a couple of minutes before something clicked and you turned as red as a strawberry. Remember what you said?"Kari moved closer to Irene and, "I thought about that last night when Steve turned me down, before I went to sleep. I'm sorry for what I said about you and Julie being lezzies. It's just that in school my friends always made lezzies out as inferior, you know, girls who couldn't get a guy and I guess I. This has gone on for four years now, ever since she started working for him. Never once has she allowed him access to her like this. Never has she come close to breaking her rules. But she absolutely loves the way he teases her before following up by slipping his tongue deep inside her. He goes from licking vertically to moving it back and forth. When he finally takes her clit between his lips, she goes over the edge, crying out and rocking on the couch.“Oh shit! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit .... I felt his breath on the top of my head. Almost imperceptibly, I felt a small kiss on top of my head. I was shocked. I turned to him quickly. By now he had good grip on my shoulders. I asked him what the hell he was doing. He smiled and told me he had listened to everything that I was telling to my friend during lunch time. He told me I was the most beautiful girl he had ever met and I need a lover like him who can satisfy my hunger. I refused strongly and tried to stand. But he had a strong.