"We can wait," I said."Oh good!"With that, Angie began kissing me again. I started to return the kiss, still pondering her words. I didn't notice when...her hand settled on my thigh, but I did notice when her hand slid forward. I paused a moment in the kissing and raised my eyebrows at her."I did say I wanted you," she murmured.With that, Angie trailed her fingers up across my inner thighs and then over my stiff cock, the cotton between muffling out all but the basic pressure. I gasped, but Angie. We were all talking about every-day, “PG” subjects, but she was flirting hard with him. He was trying to be casual, but it wasn’t difficult to notice him glancing at her hard nipples through her t-shirt. She even sat with her knees apart so he could see her panties. I sensed that both were getting close to making a move, so I gave them some privacy by excusing myself to the garage to get some beers. I took my time because I often fantasize about walking in on her and another guy. Sure. The girls in their grass skirts were beautiful, and as they watched, Gail could tell her husband was getting excited. In fact, all of the men were. Gail looked at Karen and Janet and rolled her eyes, but as they sat there, drinking and watching the dancers, Gail felt a flush on her cheek and a warm wetness between her legs. She licked her lips, glanced nervously at Karen and Janet, then giggled slightly as she realized they were as entranced by the dancers as she and the men were. Later that. I couldn't have her thinking I wasgay, but to accomplish that I had to act gay. Be gay?"Well? Are you going to be my woman?" He demanded. I looked back upat him. He had been listening to us earlier. He assumed that we werea couple and that I had been insulting gays. Somehow I didn't thinkhe was going to let me explain. "You only have to take it in yourmouth for a second. Come on baby. You want to please me?" He evenstroked my cheek seductively.In answer to his question I nodded, and I could see.