I had managed to find a radio station playing soft, make out music as we arrived and it set a perfect tone as we began to press our bodies close toget...er, and passionately kissing as our tongues swirled in one another's mouth. As my hands slid across the back of her silky shirt, occasionally moving forward enough to get a little bit of a feel of tit, or down to cup her firm ass it just felt so good to be there with her. As we held each other close it just felt right.I gave into the feelings,. Pam had taken first prize in the judging the past three years,with the delicious variety of apples that we harvested from dwarf trees in our back yard.She had spent the morning preparing the pie crust and mixing all the ingredients that composed her award winning dessert.We left the house a little after eleven thirty and arrived at twelve fifteen. I'm going to drop my pie off at the judging booth said Pam,ok I'll meet you at the entrance to the concert pavilion in fifteen minutes.I. "But it sounded so much better than 'Hey, Army-type guy', you know."Bryant stood and pulled out the stool beside him and Linda sat."What is that?" she asked, looking at his beer. To an untrained observer, it looked like it might be cola with light coffee on top of it."Black and tan," Bryant said. "Wanna try one?"Linda peered for a moment then picked up his and took a drink. Something like that in Chicago — even between friends — might lead to a bar fight."Not bad," she said, sliding the glass. ” “Why, are you nervous? I didn't think you were the nervous type.” “No, I’m not nervous, are you?” “Well I’m not as nervous as I thought I’d be, I’ll put that down to you.” We had a couple more drinks and talked a little bit about what Ben was hoping for, he told me he was up for whatever and he was quite aggressive in bed with women so he hoped he’d be the same with me. I told that I loved that, there’s nothing better than an aggressive bottom in my view. Suddenly he finished his drink,.