”“Supposedly I was, too,” I countered. “Or so I thought. I was just watching her last night, when she gave me ‘that look’, as you put it. ... wondered if she’d given all her other boyfriends the same look. If she’d given you the same look ... Then I realized how blind I was being. I mean, yeah, giving up the sex is going to be hard, but at that moment I didn’t even know why we wanted to be together, other than for that. Pathetic, huh?”“Well, I’m glad you’re feeling all right about it. I’m sorry. Hung out with my friends, listening to our favorite boy bands, the usual stuff for girls at that age. I haven't had any real sexual experience up to this point. I'd kissed a few boys and one sorta got his hand down my pants (until I slapped him). I only knew about sex from the stuff they teach us in school and from hearing other girls talk about it. This one girl Brittany I was friends with was dating the cutest boy in our grade, and she loved to talk and brag about everything they did.. He wiped some of the flecks of snow from his visor, his furry collar blowing in the wind, and then froze. He could see something, a solitary figure walking towards the refinery through the snowdrifts, it couldn’t be...He fumbled with his helmet, struggling to activate the suit radio with his thick gloves, and the Derrickman’s voice came through with a hiss of static.“What is it? I’m fucking busy down here, one of the joints has sprung a leak and the Ginzels are giving me the runaround.”“Sorry. Our first threesome was when M was early 20s and I was mid 20s. We were at an island getaway at a friend's house. Our friends had all gone out to the local hotel. We had organised dinner and drinks and had settled in to watch some TV. There was another guy with us who we didn't know. Well, the TV was boring so we went downstairs to play pool. M was wearing a pair of shorts and a very truncated top with no bra and her tits were jiggling beautifully. She was in good shape with lovely C cup tits.