As I lowered the can, both of them were transfixed with my exposed pussy, I smiled broadly and said, ‘Boys you never seen a womans cunt before?’ �...�Not as beautiful and open as that, one said. ‘Come here’ I ordered, and he came across and knelt in front of me. I took his hand, turned his fingers and placed it between my legs, drawing it slowly backwards and forwards, his fingers tracing a moist streak along the length of my hot vagina. ‘Keep doing it’ I rasped between gritted teeth, I was being. .. no! Instead, I just grinned like an idiot, asked if she was okay and insisted she’d done nothing wrong. Together we got cokes and returned to her seat but wouldn’t ya know it, they’d been taken by a couple doing the nasty.It didn’t take more than a moment to decide to take our cokes outside, away from the major distractions I was being forced to witness. As we got to the front door, it was thrown open and I found myself wearing my coke. Ya know what? I’d been expecting it. I had another. ..” He stopped for a second and looked at me hard. “You’re the fellow who rescued that singer over in Iraq! I remember that was on the news! It was a local boy. That’s you, right?”Oh, shit! I should have known that no good deed goes unpunished. “That was a long time ago, Mister Waterhouse.”He ignored that. “Not that long ago. What was her name again? She wrote that song about you boys, too.”I took a deep drink of my beer. “Tolley Hunter. Nice lady. She did a nice concert for us, and I wasn’t. We don't. There's a couch down here. Let's start here," I said.Lindsay looked at the couch. She started pulling her shirt off. She dropped it to the floor. She was walking across the basement floor and I saw her reaching down and unhook her pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. She turned around and stood there in nothing but a bra and jeans.She slid her jeans the rest of the way down and stepped out of them.I stood there in my jeans and t-shirt, staring at Lindsay who was wearing a peach bra.