.I knew it! It's OK, I know lots of straight guys that do that. Do you cum hard?Yes. Yes I do.It's the excitement of the new. Tonight's maybe a good n...ght to try something a little more hand-on.I quickly changed the subject. We drank beers and talked about hockey and movies and politics and a bunch of other things. Mick was funny and charming and I was really enjoying his company. Dave said he was going to leave. That would usually end the night for me and we'd share a cab home, but Dave was. "A chump is worse."No doubt the latter, Miss... uh, may I call you Roxanne?" If indeed you are a poet and swordsman, then I will play Roxanne to your Cyrano."(She knew! The literature gambit had snared her. Now on to stage two.)Does this chump think I'm ignorant? I can spout literature all day if I have to. I can be quite entertaining if the situation presents itself... the better to eat you, my dear."Cyrano I am. And that being the case, would Madame permit my humble self to entertain her. She dried off with a soft black cotton towel and squirted some of her favourite perfume behind her knees. In her closet she opened the bag with brand new skin-tight black leather jeans. She brought them to her face and inhaled the very erotic aroma of new leather and enjoyed the smooth tactile sensation against her face.She slid them down slowly to lightly run the slick glossy leather across my hardening nipples, instantly creating the familiar breath-taking tightening of muscles between her. Then it clicked with her. It was Sam. Aimee belonged to Sam and so did Carolyn. Therefore, Aimee belonged to Carolyn and ... well, Carolyn belonged to Aimee, too. In fact, a strong submissive side of Carolyn wanted to be dominated not only by Sam, but by Aimee as well. She could smell Sam on Aimee and it was a serious turn-on. She wouldn't mind trying to dominate Aimee as well, but the stronger urge was to submit to her, just as it was to surrender to Sam.Besides, Aimee was delicious. Her pussy.