‘You have nice legs, kid.’ He placed both hands on my thighs and leaned in close. I turned my face from his. ‘Don’t say stuff like that.’ �...Like what? The ‘nice legs’ thing or the ‘kid’ thing?’ David was breathing on my ear and I could smell the fresh strawberry from his ice cream. It was much better than cigarettes, but gave me a strange feeling. The only man I’d ever been close to, aside from my first, was Mark, and thinking about him put butterflies in my stomach. Without noticing, I began to. We had tried to talk about our troubles in the past but I was always very cautious not to upset her as I did not want to pass blame but find a solution and she was always very fast to turn things around and blame me. This time, however, I had the upper hand and I had control and I had a lack of regard for her feelings and she knew it.I looked deep into her scared eyes and asked her point blank with a cold calm voice “Who is that?”She finally spoke, but it was more of a meager plea than anything. “Why don’t we call it the; ‘The Friday Night Supper Club?’” he replied with a snigger, before resuming, “Naturally, we’ll happily contribute to the food and drink as long as you do all the cooking.”Looking at his naked body I was about to scream that no contribution would be necessary at all, instead, however, I nodded and told him that I would gladly participate in this arrangement. To my further delight, Danté also enthusiastically concurred.With a horny grin, Trigger then resumed, “I’m even. He has soft blue eyes. His cock is a little smaller then Ryan’s but not by much.Chris moves closer to me, and I can see now that he too is fully naked. I look at Ryan who nods at me with a smile and I know he is truly okay with this. I slide closer to Chris and drop the sheet exposing my breasts to him. He lets out a soft moan clearly liking what he sees. He takes his hands and caresses my breasts with a tender touch almost like I’m made of glass; I nearly giggle but don’t want to offend him. I.