I knew this was my chance to have a little fun lol, so I told darren to organise a lift as we were all well over the limit.I told my hubby I would go ...ith Darren and his friend to grab some more drinks.Darren's friend arrived and he was a hotty, only wearing a vest, football shorts and flip flops. I was still impressed lol. We headed off for the off licence to purchase some drinks.I still didn't quite know how anything could happen with Darren's friend been present.We went into the shop and. But do I send it? Or do I delete it and just chalk it up to a moment of impulsiveness? A moment of being very, very horny and wanting to cum. A choice between the two. There is another choice, I think. Maybe that is the path I will choose. The third option. I open a message window on the site where I have met my friend, and I begin to write to her. I choose my words carefully. Not to write a story for her enjoyment. Not this time. But to bring her into my world for a moment. To have her join in. I knew what he wanted to do, but played the innocentfool. Finally he took my hand and I didn't withdraw it. We walked untilwe reached the rocks. I stood there, facing him and he cautiouslyapproached his face from mine, until he kissed me. I could not believe,I was kissing a man... and I liked it! Even by writing this down, I feelmy pussy getting wet.We returned hand in hand and as we reached the others, the girls beganbombarding me with questions, until, blushing, I admitted we kissed.. I moved her panties aside and ran my head over her wet pussy until I found her opening. I pushed in slowly to enjoy the feeling of my first pussy, but I was still aware that I had to play the dominant role I was supposed to play. I grabbed a fistful of her long hair and began thrusting into her like I had seen in so many porn videos.“Fuck yes! Fuck me hard!” she encouraged.I pounded into her and looked down to see her ass bouncing on my thighs. With my free hand, I squeezed her left ass cheek.