“The same for when Faith is here. But other than that….total access.”Grinning at my good fortune, I said, “Shit. I can’t believe I’m going...to do this….OK, I’m in.”“One more thing,” Trent said.“Oh, yeah…what’s that?”Still leaning over my shoulder and playing with my tits, Trent looked at me and said, “No clothes.”“What?”“Yep.” He pulled me up from the chair I was sitting in and pushed my running shorts down over my hips, taking my panties with them. I stepped out of them and he tossed them over. ” This is, in fact, true.“What?” Trish shrieks.“She’s giving me a very sloppy blowjob,” I go on. “Do you want to hear?”“Have you turned into some kind of fucking pervert or something?” Trish asks.Pot, kettle, black, I think to myself. “You went up to the look-out yourself to see that dogging session. Thinking of joining in, were you?”“That’s beneath you, Mark. What is it with you? Anyway, it was Evan’s idea.”“You could have said no if you didn’t want to go.”“What fucking business is it of yours. ”I looked into his eyes and guessed that we were having the same thoughts. He was so close, so very close, and then I felt his hard body brush against mine. A hand was on my back, fingertips trailing up and down my spine, producing goose bumps all over my horny body. His touch was sensational. He was gorgeous. Looking across at Gary, Blake nodded, ordering me another drink. "Thank you,” I said, probably not needing another drink. The mood I was in, I really didn't care. What I wanted didn’t. “Because I’ve never once seen a girl walk in our out of your place since you moved in. I know you go out on the weekends, but I’ve never seen you bring home a girl either. How come?” She caught me off guard. I had no idea she knew that much about me. She was right; I never had a girl over. I went out either Friday or Saturday nights and never brought a girl home. But she didn’t know the reason why. “Yeah, you’re right…” I trailed off, wondering if I should tell her my reasoning. “You’re so.