The bet was on!Sara came back from the bar and I asked if she wanted to get some food and go back to ours for some more drinks, she thought this was a...good idea and we agreed to go after the drinks were done. I gave Danny a wink and he grinned and let out a chuckle.We left the pub and I led off down the small alley to a quiet lane to the rear of the pub, Sara asked, “why are we going this way?” I replied, “you’ll see”. We made our way along to some small lock up garages and Sara asked again,. After a short time, he rolled over onto his back and said, “Fuck Pam, you are the most wonderful piece of ass I’ve ever had in my life. I’ve never cum like that…..ever…..oh God you are good Pam….so fucking good.”“I was still breathing hard as I said, “You’re not bad yourself stud. That was damn good….I can still feel it.”My nervousness was gone. The butterflies had disappeared. What I did feel was a trickle of cum running down my ass crack. I knew that I had a beautiful cream pie between. She pulled a stool out from the breakfast bar and sat down, gazing intently at me. “Penny for your thoughts?” I asked. She smiled back at me. “I just can’t believe my total hunk of a big brother is even in the slightest bit interested in me,” she answered honestly. “Hey, you’re out of my league not the other way around!” I said, abandoning the half-prepared pasta bake and walking over to her. I meant it as well. Jenny was beautiful, as I’d already said. And her body; out of this world, she had. It was Albert. "Where are you?" he said. "Youare not in the flat." He would know that. She did not like the toneof the enquiry. It angered her, but not in a way she felt was toonegative.She was in a shop. She tried to answer in her highest voice: "I'mjust out window shopping." I did not sound right, but at least it didnot sound male. And it was measured, and calm."You're Molly, aren't you?" asked Albert. "Molly has stepped out." Mmmhmm," she confirmed. Molly had indeed, stepped out."I.