Paula wasn't drunk but was slightly unsteady and giggly as she said, "Yeah, okay, but I mustn't stay long."Kim's apartment was small but neat and tidy... As was the trend at that time, she had no real furniture in her lounge, just a TV, a music centre and lots of rugs, cushions and bean bags. While I put a slow blues album on, Trevor and Paula made coffee as Kim went to the bathroom. Once they'd set the coffees down on a small side table, Paula said to me quietly, "Why didn't you ask me to dance. "You never said anything," Joan said to Marcie."Well, no. I mean, how could I? You'd think I was gay, or something." Are you?" Sam asked."Evidently not," Marcie said. "I like boys a lot. Especially you. But, you know, sometimes I think about... doing something else. Just fantasies," she added hastily."So, how about it, Joan?" Sam asked her."How about what?" Don't be dense! Would it bother you if Marcie played with your tits?"Joan considered it. "I guess not. I mean, we've been friends forever.. Her legs automatically parted as I got comfortable between them and began to lick the inside of her thighs soon working my way to the center. Her pussy tasted just as good as I ever could have imagined as my tongue made its own path between her pert clit and her swollen pussy lips. It didn’t take long for Bailey to begin moaning and grasping at my ears to pull my head further into her sex before she came again. Just like her mother, Bailey was multi-orgasmic and only lasted a few more seconds. They were hitting on me and we ended up back at their place. I’ve written about that on my blog which you can read (email me if you need the blog address or google Aussie Speedo Guy). What I want to tell you guys about is what happened on Thursday night.The coach for the Masters swimming program is a mid twenties guy, I’ll call him Aiden here but that isn’t his real name. I think that is the least I can do for him considering he is allowing me to share it with you guys.The first night I went.