" I can see why they wouldn't", I said. But she didn't smile."When we met, tonight", she went on, "it all came back. The confusion, the pain. The urge...to have you. Not just for the sex, but for myself, my heart and soul. I only felt that once, back with you at college. Those last months were hell. I kept following you, watching you, dreaming of you, but you never saw it."No, I never did. Who would have?She rose on her elbow, looking down on me, sweat shining on her face."I love you, Walter.. . filthy slut, baby," replied an equally familiar voice ... though it was a woman's shaking, eager voice, one a bit older than the first voice ... and possibly a bit more experienced. "I'm your filthy slut ... OWWWW!!! ... hurt me, tell me how bad and naughty I am ... OOOHHHH!!!"A knowing, lecherous grin crept to Chris' lips, as well as Adam's.Silently, Chris turned the brass doorknob, and pushed the bedroom door open, just a tiny crack. Crouching down close to the floor, Adam and Chris knelt. He too was balding and overweight and, just like Oscar, had never had anything exciting happen to him in his life. ‘Hi Peter,’ Oscar said. ‘Hi Oscar,’ he replied, looking wistfully at the closed door where Melanie was stripping out of her clothes. ‘Do you want her?’ Oscar asked him. Peter gave Oscar a severe look and he swallowed nervously. Oscar nodded and opened the door. ‘Melanie?’ he called out. ‘Give Peter a blowjob would you?’ ‘Okay,’ she replied. Peter’s eyes went wide and Oscar. During the first act, I felt a touch on my thigh and looked down to see an elegant, red lacquered finger wandering near my manhood. A glance downward revealed that her neckline was low enough that from the side most of her white, freckled breasts were in view, with a ring of brown pressed up to the fabric. She gave me a quick sidelong glance with an upturned eyebrow before devoting her attention to the stage. I had a difficult time, since my trousers were struggling to contain me by the third.