So, of course, our conversation took a predictable turn.“OK, guys, what happened?”It was a pretty silly question but I had to ask it. The four of ...s were side-by-side on the edge of the raft, facing the shore and in sight of our parents up at our cabin. David had his arm all the way around Ruth, his hand on her breast. Our moms and dads wouldn’t need binoculars to see what was going on. Danny didn’t leave much doubt about us when he put his hand on my thigh. When I glanced up at the cabin and. But lately I’ve had an itch that needs to be scratched. I’ve decided who should do the scratching; I just needed to determine when it would happen.We’ve known our neighbors, Shellie and Roger, for about 5 years. Shellie and I have sat in our yards talking girl talk many times. As girls are known to do, we often get around to talking about sex. I’ve told her about my husband. He’s a man who doesn’t fuck often but when he does he always makes sure that I cum before he does. He’ll finger me, eat. I had no other reason to go up there other than to see her, but that was plenty of reason, all by itself, as far as I was concerned.It was in the middle of September, and I was out riding my motorcycle on a late Friday morning, when I first met Diane. I was starting to get hungry, so I was heading North through Santa Ana, planning on going to this little sandwich shop that I knew over by Chapman College in Orange. I had first discovered it when I was driving around with Donna the year before.. My skirt started to ride up and everyone could see my black lace thong I was wearing. His hand guided mine and I finally took the shot, obviously missed. As I got from leaning on the table, my ass rubbed against his dick getting harder. I turned around and said "oh no, did you see my panties?" He grinned and said "oh sweetie, every did. But don't worry, you got a great ass." I put my hand on the outside of his pants, feeling his dick getting harder. He then felt up my pussy, and I was so wet. I.