I rolled my eyes and made my way quickly towards the bar. I needed a drink badly. Standing at the bar, I ordered my drink and waited while the hunky b...rtender in a Chippendale’s outfit poured it out for me. God, I needed sex so badly. If Richard was still the man I met, or if he wasn't here at all, the idea of me being taken roughly from behind by Mister Chippendale was squashed as soon as it had sprung. A hand touched my shoulder, jarring me from my thoughts "You still a Vodka Martini girl. Later that day, Ann said, "Ya see that there house surrounded by them trees? That's where I lived. I'm shore tempted ta see ifen I kin talk ta my ma fer a few minutes. Will ya go with me?" Shore I will! Ya kin even stay ifen ya change yer mind 'bout it. We jus' want what's best fer yer happiness."This was enough to start Ann to crying gently, but she rode toward the house with Andy trailing behind, trying not to upset her even more. They rode up to the kitchen door, and Ann dismounted to knock. . oh my god! Models would be so lucky as to have Melissa's legs.Unfortunately, as often happens with beauty outside, you get ugliness inside. She was a merciless tease and a flirt and loved to use her feminine wiles to get guys to do whatever she wanted, then she would just leave them cold.Melissa had one guy in particular she did this to repeatedly, he had been her "friend" for years, all the while he longed to be more than a friend, and she knew this. She would often have him take her out. In theory, this limited contact was supposed to only take place in gardens but April was unseasonably cold and the chances of the rule being adhered to were pretty slim. People had been forced to be apart for too long. In a tastefully furnished house near Wimbledon in South West London, four friends had met for the first time in months.In the kitchen/diner two attractive naked women could be seen kneeling in front of each other's partners greedily sucking their cocks. The two men had quickly.