She was starting to look like that now. Drunk or not, I knew that when we got to our room I was in for a wild ride. The den was large enough that Mary...eth just dragged the coffee table closer to her own chair, leaving a large space near the Sofa and Loveseat. I watched her ass as she walked to Mike, looked back at us, then leaned over and kissed him. Sue and I were treated to a view of her ass and pussy from the back, and I felt Sue’s grip tighten on me a little. “Very nice, Marybeth,” I called. Rosa’s storyAll I wanted was to get my GED and not be hassled. I didn’t like how Mr. Tucker was staring at me. I felt his eyes trying to undress me and then for him to know about the Kit Kat Klub was really bothering me. On the ride back to our apartment Thursday night, I was pretty upset and hugged my lover tight. The motorcycle was bucking a bit but I held on and pushed my helmet close. The smell of the leather, together with the bit of chill in the air was all I needed right now until we get. She tried to apologize with her quavering smile.“I never thought I’d be kissing you,” She told me, “Yeah, Zoë once had this big idea that we’d get married.”“I remember,” I took up her second hand and rubbed my thumbs on the backs of her knuckles. “We were six. I called you a bunch of kissy-girls and ran off to catch frogs and play with Reggie.”“Yeah,” Xiomara smiled, “I still remember the feeling of those frogs down the back of my dress. But Zoë kept that talk up until we were 10. And then she. The sun on his back and the cooling breeze over his sweaty buttcrack felt really good. His poor little balls had almost disappeared up into his body. Endorphins washed through his body and he was left wondering if this was all a dream. But as he stroked and poked, and huffed and puffed, and listened to the horny groans escaping the lips of his three shirtcocking studs he knew that, despite the improbability of it all, this was real. Today he had been made a man! He was a raging stallion, taming.