My shit's a bit different than the same ol thing, and not for everybody. If you're an average erotica reader, or uppity "grammar Nazi", you may not li...e it. If you're into strippers, hardcore pornography, or raunchy unashamed aggressive sexuality in general, and like "over the top" stories, then feel free to read and let me know what you think.) 11:39 PM. Friday night. I gathered my breath really nervously as I tried to gather my courage and...oh, yeah. Where's my manners? Let me fill you. I went out to grab the shrimp out of the refrigerator and get to grilling. Sue yells out Oh, Steve would you pore us a glass of white wine and bring it to us, I yell back yes deer, I hear the girls giggle, Vee yells back good boy.Sue looks at Vanessa and says are you ok, Vee says yes sorry about this afternoon, I know we are susposed to be teasing Steve, but between the sun and wine and feeling a man’s gentle touch on my body for the first time in over four years. You know how sexual I am, and. I have suggested that she try to do that again but she said that it would not make her feel that way anymore because she is married now. We have been together for twenty six years and she has never had any other men since then. Although she has close lesbian friends, she has always told me should could never do anything sexual with a woman. I have questioned my thoughts of swinging or a threesome and felt a little dirty and wrong for having the desire. She definitely did not make me feel good. At this moment she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs. A move a normal woman could do without creating a stir, but April managed during the cross to give me a clear view of her blue panties and her thigh-highs stockings. Sharon Stone could take lessons from April.She stood up and laid the folder in front of me and leaned down to indicate a point on the paper. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a pale white breast barely encased by a black bra of the most transparent material."Now, John, you can.