"The people that delivered the equipment set it up for you already."I was surprised. "They did?"The bartender nodded. "My name's Greg. If you need any...hing, just let me know." How about a large Coke?" I asked.He laughed. "I was hoping you wouldn't order a beer. I take the eighteen age limit seriously. You're what? Seventeen?"I shook my head. "Sixteen, actually, but don't worry. My father's drinking turned me off social drinking. I think I'd prefer to avoid the temptation than find out later. Again, all day she tried to get close to me and make physical contact. The day after that, Dana wore a short jean skirt and I was hoping she was not wearing any panties. During the day Dana would swivel her chair around to talk to me and I could see her pussy much better since her skirt was much shorter. Several times, I even went to her desk and pulled up a chair and sat close to her to talk. I would casually put my hand on her thighs and rubbed it up and down. Dana acted quite. Trust me, she loves it. I smacked my husband on the shoulder, but I couldnt deny it. I loved getting fucked really hard in the ass. The tip of Evans cock pressed up against my asshole. He rubbed it around, found the spot and pushed. His cock entered my ass, and I was on cloud nine. I remained motionless on my husbands cock, while my sons penis glided deeper inside my rear hole. Finally he penetrated me as far as he could and I reveled in the sensation of having both my holes filled at the same. I stood there chatting Linda up for a few minutes, renewing old acquaintances and in about 5 minutes after we'd been talking, I noticed Linda's nipples standing out very visibly behind the material of her bra cups and her T-shirt. I was loving that. Meant that more than likely, Linda was starting to get a bit turned on, and that was playing right into my hand.Finally I just played my ace card, "Linda, I've got to tell you that when we were in school together, I absolutely thought you were so.