The comments, dirty comments, about her ass and how nice it was came immediately from the appreciative group of guys.She began to say something, she w...sn’t sure if it would be protest or what, when he cut her off.“Not a word of protest, you beautiful cunt, you’re the entertainment here.”Her only answer was to sigh: “Ohhhhhh!” and put her head on his shoulder. The others were all eyes as Roger’s hands slipped down into the back of her nylon panties, gripping her ass cheeks and kneading them. Britta turned to me and smiled."I'd let you touch them, honey," she said. "But you've waited too long. My husband and kids will be back any minute. Are you ready to go back?"I damned my timing. I'd never screwed a married woman, and I wasn't sure that was I club I wanted to join either."My loss, I'm sure," I told her.She joked about my no-kisses policy on the way home."I'll show you where I wanted to be kissed," she said with a leer as she slid her shorts to the side. "Here's my cell number. If. “I should have worn a condom.” Abby rolls on her side, bending her arm so her head can rest on her hand.“I heard sex feels better without them.”“Oh, it does,” he confirms, turning his head to her. “Way better. But I still should have worn one…” She shakes her head.“We’ll be fine.” Mat pauses, staring at her.“… You’re on birth control?” he asks, and Abby suddenly gets the feeling she’ll be in trouble.“Yes…”“When?”“A while ago. I wanted to be ready if…” Mat doesn’t speak. He’s not sure what’s. Now, if you knew what her sorority sisters looked like, andhow they always treated me like the cute little brother I am, you'd understandwhy I would jump at the chance. I mean, just to be in their sorority house isa dream come true for a 15 year old guy, you know? I guess because I'm soshort and slender, they didn't even treat me as a guy. They'd come into mysister's room in just panties and bra, tousle my hair, tell me how cute I was,and then be on their way. So the idea of going to their.