He’d then bring one hand over to my pussy, slip it under the hem of the shirt, and take thumb and index finger and rub my clit, as he ran his other ...ingers down my slit. His other hand would quickly be on a boob, tugging at and stroking the nipple and boob. In no time at all, I’d be wet as hell between my legs and my knees would get weak.More than once, I remember being in the kitchen, and him turning me around and pulling off my shirt. He kissed me as he kept playing with my boobs and pussy.. I'd poured out my heart about Robert and we'd cried together. She was inquisitive about what was in plan for my 'wedding night'. When I told her that there didn't seem to be anything special in plan, she'd looked at me oddly, saying that it didn't sound like Robert to let me down over something like that.And I'd worked. It was an enormous relief to find I could work again. No nagging distractions, uncertainties. I was in love and loved. Whenever I had a panic, I could fall back on that love and. They wanted it. They didn’t care. They liked it. Maybe they did care but knew the cost of saying something.”“Yeah, no repeat performance,” Tiffany said, gaining a bit of her bravado back. “Most of those guys looked forward to the prospect of having it happen again. Don’t be naïve.”“Most of them,” Phil said. “Others might have had genuine feelings. Let me ask you something: Would you do the same? If you get a boyfriend before Hailey does are you going to offer a three-way with her?”“No!” Tiffany. She untucked the jeans and struggled to get them over the boots. Then the scrap of fabric slid down her legs. She stood in the middle of the bar naked, except for the boots. She trembled with both nervousness and excitement. The man she had been talking to, Spike, told everyone else to get in a circle around her. He grabbed a beer bottle and set it in the middle of the circle. He told her that they were going to play a game of spin the bottle, but the rules would be slightly different. She.