We walked inside and were greeted by the maître d’. He found our reservation and led us to a private table for two. A busboy pulled the table out a...d we sat on a red canapé. The busboy pushed the table back in front of us.We looked at the menu and ordered Caesar salads to start, Chateaubriand for two as the main course, with broccoli and baked potato as our sides. While we were eating our salads, my dad’s friend, Mike Comisar, came to the table to say hello. He had the wine waiter bring us each. To my surprise, it was pretty good, kind of sweet.During one of these video watching afternoons, while we were all pretty horny from masturbating. The talking came around to have we tasted our pussy? I had to tell them I had, and they giggled and then it became a dare session to dare each one to taste their pussy. Put in a couple of fingers, get them wet, then suck them clean. I was the first to do it, in fact I did it like three times, it really tasted good and it was turning me on to have. They had to be able to converse, to be able to bare their souls and talk about intimate things, things so intimately personal that they felt comfortable sharing only with one another. Secondly, since so many marriages had been doomed to failure due to financial problems, the woman he married would have to function as his business partner. A household was a business with both debit and credit sheets and because of that, it had to be run like the business venture it was. Money would only. Jack was almost eighteen, and it was true, he'd never been with a girl. "I have. I've fucked lots of girls!" he told her, in a hope she'd believe his words and just leave him alone."How can you say no to this Jack. Look at me!" Christine said in a demanding tone.Christine grabbed her towel and whipped it off as it fell to the floor around her ankles. She stood there, in all her naked glory. Her perky breasts, hard nipples and slightly shaven pussy on full display.Jack turned and looked at her.