There were some seriously good-looking guys walking around shirtless and glistening with fresh, clean sweat.One was conspicuously absent, though.She p...cked up her cell from the table and leaned over it to hide the glare of the sun. After checking for messages or calls she missed, she brought up Keith's number to make a call."Hey," he answered."Aren't you a little late?" she asked in a playful sing-song."Yeah. I forgot I had practice today. I was going to call in a bit."The playfulness vanished. I either do business with or have social obligations to repay to everyone on my list except for a few good friends like you two. Clarissa's around somewhere, probably dodging hands from the lechers like usual.As the evening progressed Heather and I danced, ate, and drank way more than we should have. We had no worries because we knew we had a bed upstairs when we needed it. We were one of the few couples invited to sleep over so we didn't have to drive drunk, get a cab, or have one of us remain. — Chapter One Friday 13 December 1968 I was not worried about bad luck, not being superstitious, so I was happy to go out and about on Friday the Thirteenth. Indeed at the time I blessed my good luck, for I met Penelope Roasburie. Little did I know… It was at a Christmas carol service on the evening of that very date. The service was in the chapel of a Hall of Residence at Manchester University that I had previously inhabited in my final year as a student, studying for the LLB, my law degree. . Angie was jerking with the thrill of it as he leaned over and started licking Angie's clitoris up and down using his big lips to almost eat her and also started inserting his long fingers deep inside Angie's pussy to explore her "G" spot with a hooking action. The result of this exquisite treatment was soon obvious as Angie's tummy jerked while her head rocked from side to side and a fine squirt of Angie's inner fluids hit him in the face. Angie had the most explosive amazing orgasm she'd ever.