The bottom line was that it worked very well. The sex Lena and I had that night with Joe lying there at first (but then participating with us) was bet...er than any we'd had before. Joe and Lena both said the same thing. It was as if with three of us we hadn't increased the pleasure by half, rather it felt like we'd raised things by a power of ten.So Joe went back to school and Lena and I went about our life. One night after we'd had our epiphany with Joe Lena snuggled up to me and asked if I. For the rest of the afternoon string of guys fucked her and her pussy never seemed to be short of attention. Afterwards she washed and went out for dinner with Jacob. She admitted that that night she didn’t fancy anymore sex so Jacob and her went to bed early. In the morning the fucked and Jacob took her back to the railway station, with his cum still inside her pussy. As they parted he had kissed her passionately and she admitted in a moment of weakness she had invited Jacob to come and stay. Fred washed up then we chatted a bit more and fred suggested we look at his fishing tackle.i followed him into the garage then out the back door into a large shed.it was immaculate inside,there was a carpet ,a sofa and all the tools were put away and the fishing tackle was hanging in the corner.Do you really want to look at my fishing gear or do you want to play with this,then he reached into his pants and pulled out his large plump cock.I was gobsmacked but it was what i wanted and he knew. Well, embarrassed by my looks. My roommate, Shelly, helped me with the haircut and outfits.”“She did a fucking awesome job.” He said with a huge grin. “You’re sexy as hell.” And then I could see his mind whirling, “So that means...”I giggled, “Yes, Jeff. I’m a virgin.”“HOLY SHIT!” He mumbled in a reverent tone.Later, while walking through the patios of the restaurants and clubs at the end of the River Walk, Jeff asked me, “You don’t see it, do you?”“What?” I asked, not having a clue what he was.