Then he switched gears and nuzzled against my neck. "You should check under my skirt, papa."Who could resist an invitation like than? I knew he was ha...d, because I could feel it rubbing obtrusively against me. I reached under the back of the skirt and found bare skin - which was nice, but not a complete shock. I passed may hand over his hips and found no straps. Again, very nice. In the front, I found the lump that was pressing against me was his cock and balls captured in a triple ring.It took. They toasted to great sex but afterwards she mumbled something about not having any in awhile. Being a smart-ass, he hands he an empty bottle and starts laughing. She looks at him and can’t help herself and starts laughing too. She reaches over and tickles his ribs, making him laugh even harder. After the laughing subsides, they finish off their beers. He gets up to go get another six-pack, shifting his pants casually. He returns with the beer and sits back down on the couch. They each open one. In away she guessed she must have invited him in. Not deliberately, nor evenknowingly. As if they didn't always know ... This morning early. That had been when it started. No. It had startedlast night with a phone call from that fine-feathered son-of-a-bitch who'dgone out into a world that welcomed men, gone from his bar exam straightinto private practice, moving every six months into a fancier apartment andworking his way from a battered VW to a Mark IV. God damned smart-ass! They had gone. You lifted your skirt so they could watch you rub your clit and admire that tight ass you have. It didn’t take long before every guy there was pitching a tent in his pants and you noticed it right away. I grabbed you by the hair and brought you up for a kiss and then whispered “how about that fantasy? Just no cumming inside of you and they wear condoms”. You were apprehensive at first but we kept eye contact and took it slowly. You still had me in your mouth and you reached to the guy next to.