"Half the girls in school want you because they think you are sexy, and the other half wants you so that they can become a JG." Me, sexy?" I asked dou...tfully, and Kari burst out into laughter again, and this time it was much longer before she could get control."Why would half the girls want to be a JG, anyway?" I asked."It's like being in the most popular clique in school!" Laura said. I couldn't believe that everyone knew about the JGs, and in fact many of the girls aspired to be one of my. ‘No madam. It is just me.’ He said. ‘Where do you stay?’ She asked. ‘I stay with three of my friends.’ He said. ‘Are they cab drivers too?’ ‘Yes, madam.’ He said. ‘Are they good?’ She asked him. It was a stupid question to ask, but she did ask. ‘Why are asking like that madam?’ he asked her back. ‘Are you cab drivers really good? I mean, I was wondering if you’ll kidnap me one day, have sex with me, rape me and kill me one day, just like what had happened in the news?’ that question should’ve. You walk up to the full length mirror hanging on the wall and open the door next to it to let more sunlight into the room. You admire yourself in the mirror as you so stretch some more and wake up. You look pretty good in an oversized T-shirt and nothing else. Your long tanned legs are exposed at the base of the shirt and the cleft or your arse is just visible. You turn round and bend over slightly to playfully swat your arse in the mirror. It looks so good covered only in a skimpy thong. You. This was the first time ever that I had been in the middle of a threesome, getting attention from two women at the same time. The sight of Miranda’s stunning black body thrusting between my legs, the sensations radiating out from my cunt as she vigorously, almost brutally, fucked me, and the stimulation of my nipples by my boss’s adept tongue, all combined to produce the biggest orgasm that I have ever had. It was amazingly erotic experience, one which I realised had so many possible.