After walking the streets and admiring all the girls in the windows, we stopped to have a drink in a bar. We then decided to visit one of the sex bars...There were a lot of couples and single people inside all looking sexy, some getting turned on from what they had seen so far I guess. A topless waitress approached us wearing the smallest thong you had ever seen, and asked my husband if we wanted a drink. She took our order and turned around. Bending over with her legs slightly apart, she let us. I went back to his car window and saw him start to jack himself, 'Stop that', I demanded, and he reluctantly did so, and I leant into the window, 'Take your hands away from yourself', I ordered, and he did as I bade.'What's your cost baby', he asked me softly?'I'm not a prostitute', I again retorted, and as I spoke his cock started bouncing around, as if having a life of its own.I looked at it and smiled, 'How do you do that', I asked him bemused?'It want's to fuck you baby, it want's to. " Next time," I said with awe."Next time," he repeated.I floated in dreamy post-coital haze, a twilight of satiation between sleeping and waking. I could see before me a whole slew of adventures, each one more wild, and decadent, and naughtily taboo than the next. The summer wasn't even half-way over. Jean-Luc had introduced me to sex, but I had a feeling that he, and the crew from Melody's, wasn't done with me yet.Yeah, it was a slippery slope. And I wanted to slide. Into more and more deep. ” She smiled contently.It wasn’t the first time she “couldn’t sleep” this month. George wasn’t stupid, while he enjoyed a good night’s sleep, and figuring out a way to sneak off during the daylight hours might have been a more ideal choice. He was young and could do without a bit of sleep to tend to his sister’s needs. Lisa had needs, just like he had needs, and they were becoming quite good at taking care of one another’s needs.It was generally hard for any seventeen year old boy to get some.