What caught my eye was that on the BB Floor was my very favorite restaurant, Denny’s. From all the dinners our families had together I had a good id...a, and ordered for each of us plenty of food, getting off the phone just as the door opened and my naked fiancée walked out to my wolf whistle. She posed, then put her sleep shirt and pantie back on, asking “What did you order for me, Lover?”“From the Denny’s, 40 floors below us I ordered you a Bacon Gouda Burger, no onions, fries, and a chocolate. “Uh huh, huh, uh, huh, aaaaaaahhhhh aaaaaahhhhnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggg!!!!” and she came again, this time lifting herself off the seat and hanging by her arms from my neck and by her thighs from my hips. She tripled the speed of her fucking, moaned once more, and then slid off my cock and back down to the leather seat of the car. Thick strings of come still connected her oozing cunt to my throbbing cock, and fragrant juices pulsated from her pussy onto the expensive upholstery. I kissed. Even as a teen, he stood at over 10inches long. Mine paled in comparison at 6inch, but I was happy with it.Nothing happened that night, but things got better at time moved on.From then on, Ken and I often shared masturbation nights, given that he would nearly always stay at our place over weekends.One of those weekends was our turn to host the card party.Kens parents arrived about 5 minutes before Sandy and Jim.They all (the adults) sat around our kitchen table, with Sandy making sure she got. "Would a girlfriend make you happy?" Lonnie asked, and she was walking towards me now, not that it was very far of course. Those dorm rooms were small."Yeah," I nodded. "I want one." Me too," she sighed. "I want you to be my girlfriend, Pissy." Me?" I laughed, but it was a happy, surprised one."I want you to be my piss slut too, would you like that?" Lonnie was close to me now, wearing just her t-shirt and I could have reached out and touched her if I'd dared."I ... Yeah," I nodded. "I've never.