I chuckle at how pleased we both have become with ourselves. we are both nervous afraid and scared, nervous of what is about to happen, afraid of rel...asing our emotions and scared of the outcome and ramifications, especially if I fail to maintain my diabetes medication while we are doing this, this thing we call a fantasy." She nods slowly, and loudly states, "ramifications, ha! But in a good way...and no we don't know what it will bring in the end, perhaps...will we be sorry." I say. I reached for them and pulled them off her as she then spread her legs apart. I slowly started to caress her cunt hair before I softly stuck my fingers into her hot cunt and began to finger fuck her. I soon began to finger fuck her harder and faster as she squirmed about the sofa, moaning out in pleasure until I felt my fingers and hand was covered enough with her cunt juices. I pulled my hand out and raised it up to her lips, gently ran my fingers over her lips, "Suck my fingers you fuckin'. I had said no to Roy and Ray because there was no romantic foreplay, or so I had rationalized. There had been none with Misty either, still I had agreed to have sex with her and her boyfriend. I realized then that she had called him Benny in the restaurant and Jed in the bar. I wondered what that was all about, but I didn't ask. I decided that I would just call him whatever she did. Honey would most likely be his name to me.The tall thin middle eastern looking man came to the table. It was then. It might be more than you can handle."I smiled at George saying, "I can handle it if you can."From that night on we started sitting together at a table. After dancing with a guy, if we decided we both liked him, I'd invite him to have a drink with us. As we talked I was allowed to rub the guy's thigh under the table as long as it wasn't noticeable to the other people in the bar. George of course had no idea I was sometimes massaging a very hard cock under that table. It was funny to me, to.