Wynona was very pretty, strawberry blond, sexy figure and twenty-seven years old, two years older than me at the time. I was enthralled with her life ...tory. She had put herself through college as a stripper and told me about a serious lesbian girlfriend she had in those days before she met her husband. I was very tipsy by this time and told her that I had never been with another woman but had fantasized about it. She seemed to be very inquisitive about that. Wynona told me how pretty and sexy. About a month ago, I got an email from Damon. He said his number was still the same, and to hit him up sometime. Knowing Damon, I knew that hitting him up meant that he wanted to meet, and if that happened, it meant sex. I never replied to his email, until today.I couldn't help it. Ive been super horny all week and Greg has been working his tail off to get to a deadline by next week. I was so frustrated at work today, I started thinking of Damons email, and of his cock. How it would literally. It was last Saturday.I had been dating my boyfriend, Rick, for about six months, he's sixteen, six months to the day older than I am. We had fooled around a bit, I'd jacked him off some, he'd gotten my top and bra off and had sucked my boobs. Oh, was that great. It's the first time my panties got real wet, oh, I loved it.Anyway, my parents were going out of town over the weekend and my best friend, Lindsey, was going to come over and spend the night to keep me company. We started up watching TV. No one else on the estate wanted to know him. Indeed some were openly hostile. He had to trail into Pitsbury twice a week to report to the police station and to have a session with his probation officer, the bloody wanker. He kept rabbiting on about finding work. Who was going to employ an ex-con anyway? They were just as bad at the bloody Job Centre but he had to keep going there to make sure he got his Jobseeker's Allowance. He was fed up with cutting out job advertisements from the local.