She let her hands glide down her body, feeling its heat. She had never in her life imagined that she would do something like this and now it was reall... happening. She let her hands slide into her shorts and down under her panties. Her pussy was soaking. She started to play with herself, letting her hands slide into her pussy and rub the hot juices into her already hard clit. Her hips moved of their own accord as she imagined a stranger touching her, entering her, holding her open for his. “Yes, what?” He asked me. “Yes I will cooperate.” I said softly. He began to kiss me again, once again I could still taste myself from his lips. For some reason this seemed to excite me. Then he got up and I could hear his belt open up and his pants falling to the floor. At this point I knew what was going to happen. He was going to fuck the shit out of me. He moved his body closer to my face. “Open your mouth.” He said softly almost as a whisper. I did as he said, then his cock entered my. Someone thought the cook’s last name had been Short. Others argued that Shorty had been the cook’s nickname, given by an equally forgotten waitress. Still others claimed that the forgotten cook had a name with very few letters; hence it was a short name, not the name “Short.” Those with enough seniority to remember a waitress and short order cook from 1968 often wrangled over the names of other forgotten patron saints of the Last Chance Diner.On the last day, the tired old argument seemed more. If you aren't interested, fine. If you are, I hope you will consider us as your first experience."Dale had no clue what was coming and it was written all over his face. "What are you talking about?" Holly and I have an arrangement we just started a couple of weeks ago. We have agreed to invite others into our bedroom with both of us present and experience sex with others, to be as gentile about it as possible. Holly and I would like, if you and Dana are open to it, to have you as a couple join.