Assuming all pretence was now gone, I asked with a soft moan, “And who are the boys?”As Graham’s hand began to gently massage he replied, “Wel... you don’t know all of them, only Mr. Lars and Mr. Dawson. The other three are just some friends we play poker with.”I sat up suddenly nervous, “Dawson and Lars? But they teach at the college!”Graham chuckled shaking his head. His hand was still groping at my pussy, and a small patch of dampness was now visible on the car seat. “Don’t worry Amanda. They. They were pretty wowed by it but generally dodged it. If only I could snag the type of chick who’d willingly take my load on her face.Kristin was kind of a raunchy girl, but seemed really tough, like a biker almost. She cursed a lot and didn’t take shit from people. She came off almost like a guy with tits or a tough dyke. I figured she was the type to always want to be on top during sex, maybe even want to turn the tables and use a strap-on. Not my scene at all, so I resigned myself to ogling. I admited to her I couldnt stop thinking about it and that it turned me on immensely. Well at the end of our conversation she said she would think about it and at least she would tease him a little and asked me if that would turn me on and I said yes. So the next weekend comes and she comes up to the room and when night comes she goes into the bathroom and puts on this not to revealing but sexy night shirt and jumps into bed . He looked in total shock and although I pretended not to see him he. He seemed to get along well with the crowd, who enjoyed his mountain biking tales, especially the crashes. Mountain biking was where Matt and I parted ways, but I noticed that Ryan seemed to admire his courage and adventures.I didn't meet Ryan's wife and daughter, Sarah and Abigail, until one summer at a company pig roast. Abigail and our Noah wandered off to play volleyball with the other kids and the four of us "adults" sat around with other workers and their spouses feasting, drinking and.