Before he even finished his sentence she handed him a note and said, ‘Could this be for you?’ The cover read, ‘To my Poet Friend.’ He smiled ...nd said, ‘I don’t think my poetry would impress anyone but I think the note is for me.’ Inside it said, ‘I’m excited to meet you and hope we can still be, Friends even after you meet me. To back out now is too late, Have the hostess take you to table eight.’ He scanned the room wanting to see her before she had a chance to see him. He saw a beautiful. Let me introduce you to my husband, Fred” she said “he wants to see me with another woman. Is that ok?” I told her that I was prepared for anything. Of course “anything” was an exaggeration but I wasn’t about to list what I WON’T do - actually I can’t think of what that might be.Fred came into the living room with wine. I thanked him. I was sitting on the couch and Abby sat beside me. Fred settled in a chair opposite. “Unbutton your shirt honey” Abby said “let Fred see your tits”. I smiled at. When we thought my parents were asleep i got up and locked my door. I told eddie to get in bed with me . I got a magazine that I hidden in my room. We were looking at the pictures and started to play with ourselves and getting hard . We had to take turns going to the bathroom to masterbate. Then I got an idea i got so papertowels for any mess we might have. When eddie and i were back in bed , we started to play with ourselves again . I'm rubbing my dick and Eddie his , then i started to rub. My heart was pounding. Fuck it, I had to take the chance. I felt scared and I didn’t know whether my actions would be returned or rejected. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a scream.“Rebecca…” my mum shouted up the stairs.“Yeahhhh” I shouted back.“Just had Melissa’s mum on the phone, she needs to be ready in five minutes.”“She’s already in the shower,” I shouted back.I looked at the shower room door. It was ajar. Five minutes wasn’t enough time. Surely.I slowly pushed the door open,.