Zach involuntarily moaned and Jessi felt something below her grow hard. So she kept right on nibbling. ‘If you keep doing that, you’re going to ha...e something to take care of.’ She smiled. ‘I think I already do.’ She moved to straddle him. The warm rush of water between her legs as an interesting sensation. Zach kissed her hard. His touch was gentle, but firm and full of need. He gently nibbled on her ear and then trailed down her neck and shoulder to her breast. Jessi gasped as he took her. My second in command, Wilbur, sat in the back seat with me.Wilbur was a nice guy, a black one, younger than me. He was very hard built and muscled and I knew he had the hots for me…Before I knew it, he pushed me against the seat and kissed me.At first I struggled a bit, knowing that the two guys in the front seat would know what we were doing. But Wilbur then began to feel me up while covering my red lips with his wet mouth. I then started to really get into it; I even spread my legs for. Before I met Gina my number one goal had been to try and get Sandy in bed. Like I said, I knew it was a long shot at best, so I stayed playful and unassuming about it, never arrogant or pushy. She would play along and flirt with me, but whenever we were alone it toned down instead of heating up. For a while I k**ded myself. Told myself that I could tell Sandy was holding back. I even thought I had figured out her reason. She did not want to get involved with me because she thought she would be. It was easy to understand how the place felt like home and the diners acted like family.Patrons of the Last Chance were often lifelong customers. Rarely did a regular cease to visit for any reason other than death, disability, or forced separation. Several patrons present on the last night were second-generation diners and therefore had attained semi-famous status. Many a discussion had examined just who was the current diner with most seniority.On this December 24, the assembled patrons.