I never meant to aim at them, I was just so turned on by them ... and somehow ... well, it just kept happening ...’ She trailed off, looking at the ...loor again with a miserable expression. It was too convincing to be an act – her words had a ring of truth, and I believed her. Even more, it was actually very flattering, that my pictures would have had such an impact on an impressionable young lesbian just emerging from her chrysalis, and that seeing me for real would both arouse and unsettle. The other couple stood next to us, on the driver’s side. Three of the single men were on the other side of the car; the fourth was on the other side of the couple next to us.I glanced at the other couple. She was also wearing a dress that buttoned all the way. It was still buttoned except for the top two, and one at the bottom. He was wearing shorts and a polo shirt and he was massaging her bottom with his right hand. The guy next to her was rubbing the front of his pants and was looking back. He gave me a goofy apologetic look and grinned at me, gave me a kiss, and continued fucking me.“In my mouth, my face,” I told him.“You don’t want babies?”I giggled.“Little Shane babies?”I shook my head and kissed his silly mouth.“Face then,” he said.He growled and pulled out, holding his cock, and didn’t cum yet, thank God. I was serious when I told him my face.“My God, she agreed to all this?” Benito was saying, scratching his head with a pained look on his face.Vic came up next. I was ready. Two more days until Marie’s back from Montreal with that French club thing,” I muttered at the wall. A yawn and sidelong stretch dropped my right hand into the open clothes’ hamper. A half-formed thought flashed through my sleepy brain, and I rifled through the laundry for a few seconds to discover a purple pair of the lacy Victoria’s Secret boyshorts Marie favored. I grinned, lopsidedly, then scooted and twisted so my head was again on my pillow. “Sometimes, a guy’s gotta.