First there was a bit hesitancy but soon the ice melted and we were good friends. John had just graduated from college and married his class mate from...college and I was about 3 semesters behind in graduating from the very same school they had graduated from. They were happy to know that instead of wasting my lottery win money; I paid my college dues and tuition fees in advance and with rest of the money, I needed no loan or mortgage and I bought this 2-bedroom house, which I had been thinking. And the secret recipe. I look up at her, trying my best to hide my discovery."Good, because I think I need one too."----------We sit at the bar, Leana on one side and myself on the other. In her hand is a half drunken Forte. In mine is the same. We flirt. We talk. We laugh."--a-and so," I say, trying to finish through laughing, "all I see is this guy taking off down the road, butt naked, with his 'loyal' dog running after him." I laugh too hard to finish completely, but Leana understands. Her. Tim was certainly aggressive. I have to ask, would you like to watch me fuck a stranger like Tim? That's pretty nasty. But, since you enjoy seeing me topless in front of other men, would you like to watch me get fucked? Who knows, I might just be into that. I'll bet Tim has a big cock."I was silent as I pondered what had just happened. In fact, it had always been my fantasy to not only see Susan topless at the beach, but to see her getting fucked by a stranger. I would beat-off at home. Perhaps she was a creature of habit, but Cyndi refused to conform to the ‘business casual’ dress code that most companies had adopted and almost always wore a dress or a skirt and blouse to work. Cyndi’s 5′ 6′ trim figure was due in large part to her regular visits to the company fitness center. Her best physical asset was her long shapely legs, which she accented further by almost always wearing heels. Although she wasn’t a dancer, her legs definitely looked as if she was. Once Sean had gotten.