Suddenly he felt Greg’s left hand reaching around to his crotch.Greg traced Justin’s cock slowly, continuing the back massage with his other hand....Within a few minutes, Greg was aware of how Justin began to harden within the confines of his jeans. He leaned forward to lightly touch Justin’s ear with his lips as he undid Justin’s jeans and slowly freed his cock. Very slowly he began to stroke Justin, knowing that Jolene would be home soon to join in. “Let me suck you,” he whispered to. They circle my nipples and make my insides tremble. You keep kissing, lower and lower. My stomach, my hips. Your thumb traces my hip as you straddle yourself over me.And this is it, the moment you find out what I really taste like. Your arms part my thighs, your tongue, searing hot, licks my inner thigh. I can’t breathe. But I don’t need to anymore. I just need to be. I look down as your tongue begins to part my lips. My hands are on your head, in your hair, gently tugging. Your hands slide up. ”“Nope! Damn virus. We would be out having dinner or a drink at a bar. Instead we’ve found some new friends and we’re having a good time.”“Mick, if you lose your pants and shirt, I’ll take off my bra,” Ronnie offered.“Mick, she has great tits. I would take her up on the offer,” Roger said.I looked around the room and figured what the hell and pulled off my polo shirt and then dropped my jeans.“Well, look at that!” Grace said as my bright baby blue thong came into sight.Ronnie stood and undid. When the tape finally came off I would find that, in indelible marker, he'd carefully put a big black X right over the crack. Above that was the word "Louisville." It took a month to wear off.I couldn't do much of anything until my ribs quit screaming at me every time I took a breath. I didn't call Ronnie either. I was much too embarrassed by what had happened. I wasn't all that worried about the cops. Even if Maddie made a complaint in Dayton, it wasn't likely anybody in Chicago would take it.