With his hands, he guided Lisa’s hips, caressed her inner thighs and moved upward only to find other hands already occupying Lisa’s and Maxine’s...breasts. Maxine moved Lisa’s hands way up and joined above their heads with fingers intertwined. Jonathan’s hands were roaming, caressing, squeezing, feeling, comparing their breasts, rubbing and pinching their nipples.Women’s moans were getting louder and engaging as they were riding Jonathan on both ends, Jonathan’s cock was about to burst and no. Some of the other girls have and the stories scare me. One girl told a story of a guy taking out his thing and wanting her to suck it. How disgusting!Over the last three weeks, one of the adults who really enjoys seeing me is a black man. Every day he seems so happy when I stop at his doorway and chat. He often has visitors; but, he always makes a point of saying hello. His visitors are all black. There is a very beautiful woman with him often; who I assume must be his wife. She is always well. I improved by sinking all of these easy shots.Coach asked what was wrong. Why was I acting kind of frantic shooting so much? I told him that I was having trouble shooting baskets consistently and was trying to work through the problem. He told me to relax and just enjoy playing the game. I sat on the sideline for a few minutes staring at the floor, thinking about whether I was doing something different, when four legs appeared in my vision. I looked up at two smiling cheerleaders who ruffled. A threesome with two guys?" Yes. I'm sorry, I hope you don't think I'm some kind of weirdo slut." I don't. It's nice to be able to talk about this kind of stuff with a woman. If my wife and I had these discussions, we'd probably still be together. I've thought about it all, threesomes, swinging, strap-ons. So you said you've been with women?" Yes, probably more than I care to admit. I hope you don't think that's a bad thing." I don't. Women know guys think that's hot. "Ever been in.