" Watching my wife, I could hardly believe she was actually doing this. It made my cock hurt. Resting the quarter on his thumb, Dave flicked it high i... the air and caught it in his palm, flipping it over onto the back of his hand and covering it with the other. "Here we go..." he said, sounding like a boy in a candy store. Uncovering the quarter slightly, he peeked under his hand. "Damn," he said in mock disappointment, "it's tails." "YES!" Rick pumped a fist in the air. "Shirt!" he said,. Coyotes was pretty full, especially of young studs in their twenties and thirties like most of our group, except the studs were all looking to score some sexy girls to enjoy an evening and night of unrestrained sex with.The women in our group were dolled up to the nines, and looked hotter than sin. Lots of cleavage showed, and every skirt hem was close to illegal in most states. Several of the girls had proven to all of our group that they were commando, and of the remainder the brassiere. ”This man had answered my question with his heart, not with his mind or his dick. Too many men think with only their dicks. John and I soon joined the others dressed in sweat pants and a sweatshirt just as Michelle was. In fact, everyone was dressed like her now.Her breakfast casserole was and still is to die for. She served me first kissing me upon my cheek telling me she had made it especially for me. She served the others then sat down beside me. We all ate telling her how wonderful her. It's really none of my business what anyone thinks about me in the first place and I have enough of my own thoughts to sort out I really have no time to try and persuade yours. Am I in the closet? Nope. The people I want to be close to need to know who I am so that we don't waste each other's time. My ego is nothing more than a fossil of something that used to make big decisions for me but no longer has any use or purpose. Does that mean any random asshole gets to read me like an open book?.