The day went well, mostly the girls talked among themselves, giggling sometime, and we guys drank some beers and talked on the patio. Susie's husband ...as a loud.braggart, he tried to one up everything the rest of us said. What a dick! Sherry and Susie seemed to get along fine. Whew!The next day Sherry asked me, "What did you think of that girl Susie?" Uh oh. Now Sherry and I were usually able to say what we though to each other, she never minded if I mentioned some girl was good looking as long. My mind is going in certain directions."She leaned in to kiss him. "Why do you think my roommate's not here?"She let him take the lead again—let him reach for her, draw her into his arms, kiss her. She wanted to see where he would take this. There were certain things she could predict, of course: he'd play with her breasts, he'd wander down between her legs, eventually he would mount her. But she wanted to see how he did it.And she was surprised: he took his time.David had known exactly what to. She instantly became moist at the man's touch and resisted the urge to turn and face him. Jasmine stood holding the handrail, pretending she was too busy on her phone to notice. Soon he was reaching around to caress her womanhood while kneading her breasts, and she continued to ignore his ministrations, shivering every so often with pleasure she could not constrain. Soon he pulled her top down and her lovely breasts spilled out of them, exposed for anyone who was willing to turn and see.. "A girl who knows what she wants and knows how to get it," I said."Well, we do have some leverage," she told me. "Most guys will do anything for sex." And what kinds of things have you traded sex for?" I asked."Um, I don't really trade sex for things," she said."OK, let's use a more palatable expression," I said. "What things have guys given to you or done for you because they thought that they might get lucky?" I guess dinner, movies, concerts, jewelry," she said. "The kinds of stuff most guys.