As the night went on, we ended up in the nightclub. On the dancefloor, she grinded her sexy ass on my crouch. I wanted to bang her brains out there an... then. She kept teasing me and whispering naughty words in my ear. "I want you now" " I wanna taste your cock" "My nipples are hard for you". By this time, I had a massive hard on and boy could she feel it. She took me over to a corner and proceeded to handle my cock, rubbing it up and down on the outside of my jeans. Her friends arrived,. ”Wanting to impress his potential lady friend, Ken blurted out, “I’m interested in hearin’ about true love!”Bill, not wanting to be the only uninterested guy at the table added, “I’m in. Tell us, Greg.”“Okay, folks. I’ll tell it—but only on my terms. First, my wife tells it much better, so I need her to be with me. Second, I’ll only tell it over drinks and some decent food. If you are all available, say, Friday afternoon, we’ll meet at our place for drinks, then some good steak and grilled. Eventually, Evelyn said, “Believe me, if we hadn’t done that then it would have made us rush everything else.” “Everything else?” “Do you know “The Orchard of Infinite Delights?” I confessed I had never heard of it. “It’s an Indian erotic fable. You have to see the orchard as an allegory of sex. Each tree in the orchard - and there are many - bears a different fruit. On the fringes they may be crisp and sharp, stimulating the taste buds. As you move on, succeeding trees offer other flavours,. . or in this case the end of the early morning ... Sister Francine knew some things that would have rocked the boat in pretty much the same way UFO sightings rock the boat. True, all the girls had insisted that all they did was make out and do a little petting. But Francine had been a teenager once, and female all her life. She was sure more had gone on than that.But she had no proof.Additionally, while the girls might have caved, in terms of admitting that they had ... experimented ... with.