Jennifer looked at this group in amazement, wondering what it is about her that attracted these people around her. She knew it was more than just sex,...for she had had sex with each of them before. As they ate, Jennifer felt a hand caress her right thigh. It was Jason doing it. She looked at him, and he was drinking his coffee at that moment. Then she felt another hand on her left thigh, caressing it. It was Eric, and when she looked at him, he was talking with Angela. She bent down to her meal. I think that we first met when a mutual friend took me to Julie’s house. Julie was sprawled on the floor playing her guitar; she was actually quite good at this. She had long dark hair, which I remember was always spotlessly clean. She was scantily dressed to say the least; her clothing left little to one’s imagination. She was wearing clothes, which reflected her Hippie lifestyleAnother very interesting aspect of Julie was that she believed in and practiced nudism wherever possible. This was a. This was fun, yet something was still missing for me. “Did I help you feel better, Mr. Johnson?”“Oh yes you did. Your mama was right, you’re the perfect person to take care of me for the summer.”He lay down beside me and stroked me, telling me what a good fuck I was, how nice my pussy tastes, how nice my pussy felt squeezing his cock. He kept his hand between my legs while he was talking to me, playing with my clit, putting fingers inside my wet and sticky pussy. I was getting wetter if. Once in the evening, we had to stay late in the office: there was a plenty of what to do, so, I decided to drink some tea and put on an electric tea kettle, so when water boiled up, the widow approached me as the kettle was on my side. At this moment my cellular phoned rang and trying to get it quickly I accidentally collided with her so that I had to apologize. We got into a conversation, and then, as the day wore on, we all moved to go home. I lived in 3 blocks far from here, thus, I had to.