Jane and Paula liked the half-assed pasta-sauce he created. They did not just enjoy eating it, though. They suspected Marc made the pasta sauce when h... was horny. As he stirred the sauce with his big wooden spoon, he imagined himself stirring the juices in their pussies. Sometimes he would get hard just thinking about them. They smiled at each other when they got home from work and smelled the aroma. One, or both of them, was in for a good fucking tonight. They immediately took off their work. I had first seen Dwayne Prentice when I was a fifteen year old freshman at Conway High, a naïve schoolgirl who was instantly taken by the handsome, older first baseman for the visiting Florence team.He turned out to be nineteen. Why he had even talked to me that day I'm not sure. He said later that I was the cutest girl he'd ever seen, that he'd decided to marry me after he'd seen me stand and cheer for one of the Conway boys."Yer hair was so pretty honey," he'd say laughing. "Thought you were. Anyways, I didn?t really have a lot to lose.`Why don`t you suck my cock?``OK, ` she said nonchalantly, and leaned over to zip down my fly.Now, I wasn`t completely surprised, as she had seemed neutral to mildly friendly, with no negative signals. To me this meant that she was at least latently interested. And for all intents and purposes we were marooned together, the classic situation. She was probably a little jazzed by the potential of sex, and there was precious little else to think about. The singer told the uncaring couple that in the still of the night, the wolf howled and came round your door.“I’m glad,” she panted, a bit out of breath, “that you liked it.” She let out a soft cooing sound as he continued to nuzzle her and his thumb began to stroke along the gusset of her knickers. “Mind if I join you?” He backed away and let her drop the rest of the way into the car. She scampered between the seats; once she was settled in the back she grabbed him by the shirt and began.