It took twenty minutes to get to the restaurant on the outskirts of town. Marty backed the machine into a parking spot and killed the engine. Charlie ...tarted to hang the helmet on the sissy bar but he was instructed to bring it along since there was a chance it would disappear if he didn't. They were led through several small, rustic dining areas to a table near the back and given menus to peruse. Marty ordered scallops in a white wine sauce and Charlie decided on grilled Alaska salmon. Both. I looked down and saw my panties were around my ankles. Jason was trying to get them off me. I kicked out at Jason, but all this did was make it easier for him. In a flash he was holding my panties high in the air. A few more boys came in to use the bathroom. Terry kept saying he wanted to see my tits. Jason was lifting my skirt again. In desperation I shouted out okay. They could see my tits. In my mind, I remembered the carnival worker biting down on my nipples and making me say that boys. Lisa pushed me onto my back to suckle my pink nipples and fondle my smaller breasts. After that, she started kissing down my quivering tummy, gently parted my legs, and swept her tongue along my moist wattles. I thought I was going to climax on the spot! Peeling my wet petals open, Lisa licked around inside my twitching slot for a while before inserting a finger and diverting her oral attention to my throbbing clit."Ooooo! Yes, Lisa!" I cried, clutching her flouncing golden waves as I locked my. I spent the rest of the day moaning my pitiful state, thinking about things and how they had gone so terribly wrong and trying to think up a way to get Jeanie back. I knew she would probably not answer my calls for at least a few days and I decided to let her cool down for a bit before trying my luck. My bed seemed so empty now that she was gone, and I didn't care how much of a cliché that sounded. I write fiction, damn it! Two women...two writers...sheesh...what have I gotten myself into? What.