I didn't realize that. He was her first?" Yup." She must have had a worse first time than me," I said."Not at all. According to both of them, it was b...rdering on the verge of perfect." Wow. I would've thought he was just too big." As they both say, sometimes it just works," he laughed.That's when I realized something. I wanted him. Bad. I'd never looked at a guy with thoughts of wanting in my head, ever. Sometimes it just works. Or, at the very least, you get a glimmer of a hope that it might. As usual I never say no to them. It was weekend and I was totally free so I also does the marketing for her.It was the first night to stay with her, she was wearing a blue saree and her hairs were flaunting. She used to look like a 25 year young girl even though she was 38. I asked aunty about her day and she said it was very good and she watched tv whole day, then our conversation got long and we both felt sleepy. She slept on my bed , her saree was misleading and her blouse was clearly scene. ..my first kiss! his tongue slid into my mouth and i responded instinctivley, them scents and tastes were incredible..he smelled so nice, and his tongue was expertly french kissing me. I felt his warm hand slide along my thigh and i froze a little...he kissed my cheek and told me to relax, and i felt his hand gripping my throbbing shaft as he returned to kissing me oh so softly. I did feel excited, confused, but also very aroused as he began sliding his hand up and down, masturbating me. I told Jason off about his choice, but he and I both knew that I didn’t really mean it. Even if I was tired, I was secretly enjoying being his muse. It was all part of this intoxicating game that the three of us were playing. So different to everything that had gone on before in my life.We headed out to the club Jason had chosen, and I was surprised to see that both of Jason’s brothers were waiting for us at the club. After my unexpectedly hard week of work, I was determined to let my hair down.