I can’t let one ofthem deflower me and go around saying he got my cherry.I’ve put them off with blow-jobs, which I hate, hate,hate.”...#8220;Why me?” I asked, my voice cracking.She laughed. “You’ve got a cock, don’t you?”I nodded. “But I don’t know anything. I’ve never doneit. I’ve hardly even touched a girl. Why don’t you use abanana or something?”She sighed. “Oh,” she said, scratching her head.. You can't understate the importance of that." You're right, and – oh shit!" Dennis suddenly exclaimed. "I taped the show for Mayra, and I forgot to bring the cassette with me when we left." He made a quick U-turn, and headed back toward the club."You know, I think I saw that tape," I told him. "I know where you left it. When you get back there, let me out, and I'll run inside and grab it."He pulled up in front of the club, and I hopped out. Had I thought about it a little more, I might have. When Carrie entered the toilet she first saw Pam turn away and lowering her skirt and wondered what she was doing until she heard other women in one of the cubicles. She knew what the sounds were but wondered who were making them. When she rushed forward and saw three of her work mates and her boss fucking each other she got so excited.Carrie was a short little number with brown hair and large breasts. At only twenty seven and fucking any man she wanted she also had never fucked a woman but had. My knees almost gave way but I knew that I must hold still."They always produce more when they are masturbated like this." Julie commented idly as the women talked, otherwise occupied, "Ah, look, yes. There we are."The insistent pulsing grip on my testes had done the trick. My balls were full of course, permission to orgasm was infrequent. My cock reared, passed the point of no return and began spurting wildly. What I couldn't see was that Julie's other hand had cusped my glans and was.