I deliberately left out the hard stuff, wanting everyone relaxed but not trashed. There would be twelve couples plus a few singles, relatives and frie...ds. Chloe was an inverterate matchmaker and she used these parties to try to hook friends up, to varying degrees of success. Amanda thought her hobby hilarious and absolutely refused to get involved in her machinations.People started showing up and Mark was surprised at the amount of people I knew. If he would have walked with me a little he. "Sorry?" I said thinking I'd misheard her. In a rush she said "Will you kiss me Rob? Please? I've been dying to kiss a boy but dad won't let me have boy friends and I really want to find out what it's like and I think you're really nice and I'd love for you to be the first boy I get with". "I'm hardly a boy" I replied though my cock was now wide awake, "surely you'd prefer your 1st kiss to be with someone nearer your age?" "No Rob, I've known since I first met you! I want you to be my first. If. Without releasing from the kiss, your fingers began unbuttoning my flannel shirt…fumbling…almost tearing at the little plastic clasps with no luck. You begin trying to untuck the shirt as if to lift it over my head. Still without success. By then you were frantic in struggling to free me from my clothes. Any clothes you could have mastered in undoing, would conquer your goal, but instead you only ended up looking like a hungry dog desperately scratching and pawing at the ground search of his. He fiddled with them for a moment, then showed them to both ladies. The bands interwove and locked together, platinum and red-gold. Finally it was Stan’s turn. He took a step forward, turned smartly about, almost as if he were on parade and stood there, looking at his two loving partners. Stan closed his eyes for a moment. Caron was still with him, and egging him on. His throat closed and he was unable to speak for a moment, but then he smiled weakly, shook his head a little, and cleared his.