I was in a booth with a gloryhole on each side. I had already gotten naked, except for my boat shoes, my shorts and t-shirt were hanging on the hook. ... guy in the next booth was jerkingoff to a gay video so I did the finger swipe and his cock came through the hole. It was really nice, not huge, but good sized. I squatted down to suck on him and the tip of his cock was already covered in pre-cum, so l licked it off, nice and slow. He tasted GREAT. I took him full into my mouth and started to. My reluctance didn't come from not wanting you, from not wanting this. It came from knowing that I did want this, and not knowing how much self-deception I might be capable of to get it."I lay back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling. "That's why we have rules and societal expectations about age," I said.She rolled on top of me, straddling me. "Yes," she agreed. "That's fair. But if we're gonna talk about the rules, then let's do it fairly. I'm eighteen years old. The rules say I can do. Boo!” I jumped and she laughed. “Ha, ha! Scared you! You’re in the house of the living dead! Bwaah!” I realized she was telling the truth, but her juvenile glee made fear ridiculous. She wasn’t truly dangerous, the way the rider was, she was only a spiteful girl who didn’t like having another woman around, no matter how she had tried to attach me to the rider. Was she concerned for the virtue of her big blond husband? I wondered if he had recovered from his injuries as quickly as Deadman had.. She grinned and nodded her head eagerly. I mentally shrugged my shoulders. Julie had inherited her mother's knack for never being wrong, as well, in all likelihood, as her ability to tell the future. I lifted myself up, and, kneeling between Sammi's legs, slowly started to insert myself up into the almost comatose girl.I had only inserted myself about an inch into Sammi when her eyes suddenly flew open, and she looked at Julie and me with an almost panicked look on her face. She calmed down.