We were all eighteen, and being too young to purchase alcohol in America, we were hoping to visit some bars in Quebec province. The first place we vis...ted was a mistake; it was too noisy and stacked to the wall with hosers. I immediately retreated when I felt an errant hand advance under the hem of my skirt and caress my ass followed by, “Comment ça va ce soir, Rouge?” {How are you tonight, Red} or something like that.Tony and Willy may have been hormonal teenagers like any other young. I backed the car in a dark wooded area where no one could come up around us and see what we were doing, I pulled out the magazine and began looking at the pictures of all the hot women as we were making comments about the different things we were seeing I noticed he had to shift in the seat a little, I didn’t say anything I just continued looking through the book and soon he kind of shifted again, I ask if he was having a problem he said he was trying to adjust because his sac was being pinched. Then his wife got involved in our conversation, she came and sat next to me on a bar stool and we all had a bit of a laugh together. They had both been at the drink a while before I got there and she was definitely a bit tipsy. She had a little extra weight but that was balanced out by the size of her huge tits, that her top was struggling to control. Every time she spoke to me she looked straight into my eyes and, well,,, I struggled to keep my eyes of her tits. She was loving it, she was. She no longer needed to cum, but she didn't get any real satisfactionfrom it. She placed the dildo on the nightstand and went to sleep. The next morning, she woke up alone, as she'd gotten used to over thepast few weeks. She got up and headed to the shower, trying not tothink about the events of the past few weeks. She just let the waterrun over her body as she tried to figure out what she was going to do.Maybe I should be a lesbian she thought, smirking at the thought. She'dnever had any.