"What would you do with me if I weren't a virgin?" he asked, again reading my mind. He was older than me, by 3 years, and I had never had sex with a ...irgin, what if he sucked?"Just- stop." I said. But before I knew it, he was carrying me into his room.His room was a lot bigger than mine, and luckly, he didn't have a roommate. He took of his shirt and gave me about 20 seconds to admire it before he turned off the lights. He lay me on his bed next to him and held me in his arms. Then his. ’ ‘Would you relax?’ Rich scolded. ‘She’s only fifteen minutes late. And, if she can get on the right road, that Rustmobile of yours out in the driveway is sure to guide her in. ‘I suppose,’ Jim said, ‘but I hate to think of spending all of yesterday cleaning up the apartment and then getting stood up.’ ‘It was two hours,’ Rich corrected, ‘and the place needed it. I was beginning to think the Health Department might condemn us. Now, stop pacing. You’re making me nervous.’ Rich was waiting for. I am a sucker for a man with a kinky side, and Asher did not fail me. We hooked up drunk at a party at the beginning of my freshman year of high school, and ever since then we would meet up and fuck like kinky little bunnies. Hell, even into our mid-twenties well still get together once or twice a year and go for a marathon weekend of anything he can think up. It was during one of those weekend get togethers he propositioned me to be in a threesome with his bitch girlfriend, Selena. Asher had. I agreed that the stock market was the way to go, but I wanted a sure thing. How could I make the stock marked a cash cow for the McLouds? I know-- I'll make use of the Wall Street Journal. One year, five years, and ten years from now, I'll buy a copy of the Wall Street Journal and leave it for me on the sofa in the garage.I discussed my plan with Mother and Dad and they agreed to cooperate. Tomorrow, I would buy a copy of the Wall Street Journal and compare the stock prices and other.