In another 5 minutes I heard my hair dryer (that I didn't use anymore but left out for her) and very quickly she was at my table drinking coffee.She h...dn't really said much and I expected she might come out and kiss me, or hug me, but she quietly poured coffee and prepared it and sat. After a few minutes she reached over and touched my hand, and pulled hers away quickly."Thank you for last night. You satisfied a lot of questions and answers for me. It was a mistake in the fact that I bit off. We’d be honest with each other and could veto anyone we didn’t like. It took months of this cajoling and convincing before Maisie - very - reluctantly agreed. I made sure she knew that I loved her more than anyone in the world and there wouldn’t be anything romantic in these hookups, it was just sexual. Blame the crazy woman's mind, but that didn’t seem to make her more calm about the situation.Maisie was always concerned about the paparazzi, so she made me swear that we’d keep this a secret. I. But it doesn't matter what it was that caused my mind to go where it did; all that mattered was what happened next.I puckered my lips and moved in to kiss him. Our lips met briefly, but I jerked them back at the last second, second guessing myself. I then leaned back in to go again, but I stopped short, having come to my senses. But suddenly, before I could process it, his lips were on mine, and all my inhibitions went out the window. I closed my eyes and pushed my lips against his; my heart. “Jill, maybe we’re going too far with Rickey. Maybe we’re being a little too perverted.”“No fucking way chick, he loves it. He loves being our little boy toy. He told me he wanted us to keep treating him the same way, and if we do he’ll keep us stocked up on beer, wine and smokes all summer. Then he begged me to let him cum for me, right there in stock room. I said no way buster, but then I slipped my panties off right there and pressed them in to his sweaty little hand as a down payment. I.