For Eric, this was a dream. A scenario being played out in his mind if not in reality. The first night he came home from work he had a hard on and wis...ful expectation. He wasn't getting everything he wanted but the excitement was so real, the notion so incredibly erotic. He had dreamed about this so long!By Tuesday afternoon the curiosity was too much for Eric. He made an excuse at work at noon before sneaking out and parking his truck a little bit down from their house. A quick peek between. "My oh my, just absolute cum sluts the two of you. Man I'm so stokedthat the CheerBoi program got restarted."We giggled."Now get back to work, gurls. First to make me cum gets to sleep inmy bed tonight. Loser has to share the bunk room with the crew."Krissy and I looked at each other. It was hard to tell what shewanted more: to spend the night with this older hunk vs. surrounded bya bunch of fit olive-skinned young European men for the night.Honestly, I think Krissy wanted to lose! Maybe. “Can you read minds?” I say out loud, not meaning to. Liam chuckles and I just about melt. He opens the door to my car. No, no, no… that’s not what I wanted at all. “You’re just easy to read,” his voice is so seductive. Reluctantly I step in and stick the key in the ignition. “I’m just ensuring you make it home safely, without any interruptions.” He nods his head toward the bar. I forgot all about the cowboy, about the bar, about why I came here to begin with. Now I’m irritated that he’s. Fantasy was like the scent of a delicious meal and not the actual eating of it. She looked up at me for the first time in a long while and announced: "I gotta go pee." I rose awkwardly and was relieved that the vest I was required to wear hid my erection as I went to help Carla up from her chair, accidentally catching the leg of the table with my foot and nearly sent our food splashing down on the floor. Carla caught the edge and steadied it. I took one outstretched hand and put my other.