“Hi, Vicky, it’s Scott. I’m sorry for calling you so late.”“No, no, it’s alright. What’s wrong?” She asked, sitting up in bed.“Are y...u alone?” He asked.“No. I’m in bed with Dan and Karen, they are both asleep. I watched them have a beautiful engagement fuck then I had Brad fuck me when he got home.”“When we were talking earlier at the game, you were very honest and straightforward with me about your sex life. I feel there is something you should know about me.”“Are you bisexual?” She asked.“No,. I was wearing black stockings and suspenders with four inch heels, a black micro-skirt, and a black, low-cut, see-through bra.And that was it!Between the bottom of my skirt and the tops of my stockings were a good ten inches of naked thigh and buttock. My pussy was not being shy and wasn’t so much peeping out from the bottom of the skirt, rather than waving hello. And all the flimsy garment on my top half did was draw attention to my sizeable tits. In other words, I was dressed like a slut, and. " She pulled a pair of white silk boxer shorts out of her robe pocket and tossed them on the bed. "Better get a move on. You’re already five minutes behind schedule." Bill’s confidence was sky high. This was still going to be easy. He never got a hard-on at work. Well, almost never. He dressed quickly, gave Sally a quick peck on the cheek, and headed for the garage. The gentle bite of the edge of the stamps combined with the sensation of Willie swinging and rubbing against the silk made him. Since I'm a guy, I was expecting at least two not guys to raise a hand for destroyed beef.I got one response ... the biggest, burliest, baddest looking biker-type dude I ever saw said, "Crispy, please. And make it a small one."I picked up a half-pounder with the tongs ... never perforate ... and got a, "Too big." I fumbled around on the platter and snatched up the small flank steak I had planned on cooking for the little girl ... the five foot two inch date of the biker type ... and got a.