I was totally wearing one of the t-shirts they give you when you donate blood. It didn’t matter. He picked me up like a feather and tossed me on t...e bed. I told him ‘you asshole you’re going to get red toenail polish all over the bed. He shocked me. He picked up the bottle and started painting them while he rubbed my feet. It reminded me of my favorite scene in kubrick’s l****a when the older man expertly painted her toes. Holy shit did I want to suck his dick. He told me to be very. The way her eyes bored into mine as she announced his status confirmed we were playing our ‘hotwife’ game for real – with an unexpected twist.We re-arranged and re-seated ourselves. Alexis was next to Elizabeth, with Brock on the outside. I was seated next to Mama, with Jean-Claude taking his place as the other muscular bookend to our little coterie. From the course of the conversation, it appeared I, and possibly Jean-Claude, were the only strangers here. The other four clearly knew each other. There was about eight of us. We wernt a gang or any of that shit. We were just all around the same age and into the same thing. So anyways. One day after college i went to our base to see if ne one was about. I arrived to find "paul" the newest , and to be honest campest member of our group, there on his own. Apparently everyone else had gone home to a free party. He had a bottle of vodka and i had a load of grass so we decided to chill for a bit. After a few shots and a few smokes "paul". She seemed to be eighteen or nineteen, but carried herself with a more mature dignity than the other revelers in the field that night. She was wearing a black miniskirt, maybe ten inches from waist to hem, made from some thin leather looking material. The skirt was wrapped by a wide, loosely woven belt and worn extremely low on her narrow hips. On top she had a silk scarf, like an expensive bandana, tied around her chest like a beige triangle pointing downward. Not so thin as to be see-through,.