I still held her when she turned to thank me and my hand made contact with her breast. She smiled, and then grinned."I told you. No sex until the seco...d date. But thank you for helping me." She held my hand to take the last few steps boarding the boat, and wouldn't let go even as we took our seats in the Bows. She was breathing quite heavily and I thought that it was because of her slip."Antonia, you didn't hurt yourself?" She had lowered her face but looked up to answer my question. She was. I sat like a dog on a leash and listened to this degradation of my sexuality. She pulled my head to his crotch and told me, “let’s play a game”. I was to take his limp cock and loose-hanging balls into my mouth all together and sit like a dog with my mouth stuffed. She said I could lick her cunt for as much time as I could keep his junk in my mouth without my jaws getting tired. I really wanted to eat her heavenly puffed pussy, so I complied. His cock was so fleshy when limp, and so heavy…my. I got directions so I could pick up Marcia in a couple of weeks. I figured that I was killing several birds with one shot with this date. I was fending off Lisa should she ever find out what happened to me while she went to her reunion. I was signaling to Deb that I was a dating bachelor and obviously not in any other serious relationships, for instance, with two fifteen year olds. I was deflecting attention from my situation with Ashley and Chris, lest anyone start to impute impure motives to. Boy, would I be proven wrong!Alcohol is a funny thing. It loosens one up. It opens the mind. It is also a great aphrodisiac.“Cindy isn’t wearing any underwear,” John disclosed as he leaned in next to me. His not-so-discreet disclosure set my mind ablaze. I had a secret fascination with sex in a public place, but I could never get Sandy to go along.“What if we get caught?” Sandy pressed.“We’re married,” I always replied.“But we can still be arrested,” Sandy would argue.“Not if we are discreet,”.