" "Almost only counts with horseshoes--- or hand grenades.." She laughed at that one, and seemed to relax more. "Let's just say ...'m very inexperienced , and leave it there." I stood at her head, and massaged her temples , and lay a wet folded rag over her eyes.. Moving to her neck and collarbone, I could sense a change in her breathing. She asked if she might have a glass of wine. " I bought that with the tip you gave me-- It's some 'old' stuff." I checked the. Sorry, but it’s the rules.” She said, still staring at my crotch.“Oh, well if it’s the rules, I suppose I’ll have to obey.” I said, quickly pulling my top over my head. Cassie watched this, her already soaked pussy getting even wetter as she stared at me undressing myself. I then reached down and undid my belt. I unfastened my jeans and pulled them down. After that I pulled my yellow socks off. I threw my clothes into the pile that Cassie had made with hers. I could see her rubbing her nipples. The tone of her voice, and the look on her face took me aback a little, so I silently did as I was told. "Have you said anything about any of this to ANYONE", she asked. I told her that no I had not. This calmed her down. "You want a rootbeer?" she asked with a smile. She got herself a coke, and me a rootbeer out of the pop machine, and pulled her car around back of the diner to where she always parked when she worked. "Tommy honny, your learning about this stuff way too fast, it'll all come. From the very beginning, Mag had no mercy. He pounded with vigor. His loins slapped against the soft, jiggly booty. His balls knocked into Shon’s smoothly shaven taint. “Take dis dick, bitch!”“Yes, Mag! Fuck me!”“Hell yeah, baby! Take all dis dick, faggit!”“Oh my god! Give it to me! Tear my ass up!”“Yeah! Fuck back on this dick,” he demanded.Mag flipped Shon onto his side.Shon reacted positively to being manhandled. “Yeah, nigga. Take this fag pussy!”“Yeah, bitch,” barked Mag. “Look at dis dick.