You still aren't comfortablewith intimacy." Not--" she interrupted itself, "no. No, I'm really not. I mean, as aman, speaking mentally, I really want ...ex. I'll be honest, I look atvirtually all the pretty women I see; I can't shake that habit. Then Ithink about what sex would involve, like somebody invading my body. Andthat just doesn't seem right. So yeah, no, not comfortable." Are you defining yourself, then, as a lesbian?" Weelllll," the female strained and hesitated, "I don't know. I'll. Once Mike was sure the driver of the car had not stopped, they walked over to Lot Econ-A and Ruthie stripped down again. She sat in her "private spot", but then walked out into the middle of the parking lot and struck some very naughty poses with a couple of parking meters.As the afternoon wore on Ruthie became more daring. They returned to the deserted Student Center and went into the main reception area. She stood in the middle of the room and struck a bunch of poses. She sat in the expensive. "Spread your legs and let me add some fingers to that hot fuck hole." She spread her legs and as he sucked her tits he then rammed two fingers into her cunt. Tugging her nipples with his teeth he added the third fnger and began to finger fuck her with his fingers all the way into her cunt. He felt her cunt pulse and his hand felt her cum. She screamed "fuck me harder. Make me cum." He added the fourth finger and finger fucked her with his fingers buried to his hand as his thumb rubbed her clit.. Then the shock of my life. The wife called out, “Soda or neat?” My heartbeat increased rapidly, and I looked around nervously.Even in the dim rosy light, it looked like my home. I enjoyed an occasional peg to set the mood for sex. Usually, scotch with soda and ice or simply on the rocks. But something was off! I couldn’t believe my wife would make me a drink. Even if she did, something was still sounding strange.“Soda and ice, baby,” I replied cautiously and sank into the sofa. I heard the hiss.