." Excitement grew in me thinking about what to expect. Megan was a sexually liberal girl. She was curious and tried many things in bed. I knew today ... would get a taste of her kinkiness. Megan seductively moved, as she removed everything from the dinner table, even the cloth cover. After she was done, she came close to me. I expected a kiss, but instead, breathing on face, she grabbed on my belt and unbuckled it. I relaxed and let her undress me. She quickly took my shirt off and pulled down. Mindful of Helen's instructions, she settled down to her task of bringing the insatiable surgeon off yet again. She momentarily toyed with the rings piercing her long pussy lips, pulling them lightly a time or two as she pressed her face deep into the other woman's bare groin. Helen's hands clung to her head tightly as the lean woman ground herself down on her newest slut friend. There were a lot of tricks that Stacy had yet to learn but her absolute lack of hesitation and obvious enthusiasm. But Beca didn’t let go. Her arms went around my neck and her mouth opened slightly, her tongue touching my lips. I happily joined it with my own. The world kind of stood still while we kissed. She pulled back and looked at me intently as if trying to peer into my soul. It was wide open for her. She started unbuttoning her plaid shirt, hesitating at each button as if a big decision was being made each time. She had an undershirt on—I guess girls call it a camisole. It was a silky fabric and when. He was the star athlete and "cock-of-the-walk" in this small town, and he had his choice of girls. He was physically stunning and he knew it. This was a good thing, as he seemed to enjoy showing off his many attributes, including often going bare-chested under his signature faded jean jacket and wearing "spray on" jeans that left nothing to the imagination. I knew he was left-handed before I even knew his name.Add to all of that the fact that he was just about the nicest guy you’d ever want to.