Yay. Unfortunately its not a sexual work – neither is this. It’s for those readers who asked for more (read – I’m amazed that there were so ma...y of you). I apologize for the way the pieces don’t seem to fit perfectly but if I continue to get feedback I might be convinced to start a unique, erotic, story just for this site. Who knows? I hope you enjoy, Azrof. * * * * * Choices that need to be made, Promises that threaten to be unmade. A lengthy self-inspection first. Where was I born? I recall. Normally, I didn't partake in that right. I preferred to let one of the girls claim me. "Allie," I said, while the three of us were out to dinner, "would you like to be with me tonight? Unless you had other plans for her, Mel." "No, that would be fine," the busty girl said as if we needed her permission. Allie smiled. I knew she was thrilled at the thought of being wanted, particularly by me. But I could see Mel shrinking into her seat. She didn't like this at all. Our date went on in mostly. While my tongue was exploring tate’s mouth my hands were exploring down from her sides to that amazing ass of hers, caressing and squeezing. Her moans of my hands teasing her wetness through her skirt kept driving me crazy and I crept my hand up between her legs to her thong and began slightly rubbing my fingertips along her wet slit. She began to rub my hard cock through my jeans, and with one hand, the zipper went down and they were unbuttoned. She pushed me back against the driver side. She began to stand up with her back to me, I could see her behind it was shapely like a peach, not a bead of sweat on her flawless unblemished body. Yet I could feel the heat in the room as trail sweat ran from my brow to my chin. When she was fully standing she sauntered over to the blackwood chest, she began to open the lid slowly and before I could see I suddenly felt a stinging sensation across my chest. Suddenly felt like my skin had ripped open above my right nipple, when I heard her.