I fought through a cloudy hangover to remember. My eyes scanned my body; my long tee-shirt over my old white shorts. Things started to slowly come bac... to me. I ran my fingers between my legs to find no panties. Further examination told me that I was fully on display. A closer look at Bobby showed me that he was also.His limp cock on his lap; even in its flaccid state, it was impressive. Again my body began to respond. Even through my hangover, my desires were apparent. My fingers played over. The trouble here was we had all just met and were not a family.I guess the fact that our clothes sort of got opened, blouses, pants, shorts, whatever, seemed to have someone's, anyone's hands or mouth fondling and kissing anything that got exposed made this a 'foursome' and we were not playing golf.Nothing happened but we found we were all laying back, hands stroking, holding, or gently rubbing each other, more like lovers rather than new friends. What was surprising was that there was no guilt. I didn’t even stir when Riley crawled in beside me. The next morning, I only had time for a short conversation with Riley before I rushed off to work. I told her about dinner with Sam that evening and said I would stop by the bar to see her after dinner. She kissed me goodbye and teased me about my new girlfriend as I hurried out the door. Work dragged on that day as I checked my watch every five minutes or so, though, it seemed much longer to me. When quitting time finally arrived, I rushed. The excitement and the adrenaline just took over. So I took it a step further."I've never tasted cum. But I want to...what do you say?"Jake looked at me with a smile and closed his book. He began putting things away in his bag and looked around to see if anyone else was there. The hall was empty. He jerked his head toward the rear aisle and began to walk there. I scooped everything from the table into my bag without even knowing what went in there or if the books were closed or if I had checked.