Anyway, here’s the story. I was working as a grill cook at this restaurant, and occasionally I would hang out with one or another of these girls aft...r work. We would smoke weed, hang out, drink, party, and so forth. Usually it was Kaitlin that I hung out with, along with some of her other friends (not mentioned above). They thought I was pretty cool, and I was a nice guy. I loved hanging out with them because they seemed to feel comfortable around me, wearing short skirts, flashing me their. Claire closed her eyes and let Evan continue to finger-fuck her."You like that, Claire?" Evan asked softly, "You like it when I shove my fingers into your dirty pussy?"Claire bit her lip. She didn't want to respond, but her body was responding for her. She didn't need to say anything. Her hips were gyrating slightly against Evan's bulge. Claire's head leaned back into Evan's chest. She couldn't resist the truth. She was loving this. She was loving what Evan was doing to her, even if it was. Always." That I do, Johnny, that I do," I told him. He inched away from Linda and smiled, somewhat painfully. "So, Johnny, what do you like about our Linda? I mean, the first time you saw her, what about her got you hard? Her tits? Maybe her legs? She's got great legs, doesn't she? But she told me you met outside, right? With lots of people around? You probably didn't get a really good look."Johnny was out of words, and I was sure I could see his hand shake a little when he lifted his. As she opened her eyes, she realized why. Mark was sitting by her side, gently caressing her head, from the edge of her eye across the temple to her ear, and then back again. She smiled at him and he smiled back, neither saying anything for a long while."You're not going to ask?" asked Jennifer."Ah... I thought you might be getting tired by now, of hearing the question." About how I'm feeling?"Mark nodded.Jennifer considered. "Yeah... Mark, you are so incredibly sweet... Thoughtful..."Mark.