All boys I know are immature." You guys are boring," Jake says, sitting down next to me."Well, Mr. Sourpuss. Truth or dare?" I ask."Truth." Well, what...s your favorite thing about college?" Like I said, you guys are boring." Well, what would be a non-boring way to play?" Diana asks."Fine. Sarah, truth or dare?" Jake glares, challenging me."Truth." There should be a limit on truths," Jake says."Too bad, what's my question?" When was the last time you gave a guy a blow job?" He totally knows it. He tore the straps of my bra and removed it with such speed and power I was quickly exposed to him. He took my lack of resistance as an invitation to proceed to squeeze, pinch and pull on my hard nipples. I moaned as he tortured my breasts. I was breathless, tingly and deeply aroused as he looked heavily into my eyes and whispered, "Shall we start your cardio workout now?" I melted into his arms and nodded not trusting what I might have said. He had his shirt off in a flash showing me his. ‘Or the Virgin’s Banquet – I’ve heard waiter’s call out that when heading into the kitchen.’ ‘My God, aren’t men cruel?’ ‘Actually, in the main those shouting the Virgin’s Banquet are waitresses in the main.’ A waitress appeared at the table. Marty ordered a glass of sparkling and a glass of light alcohol beer. Asked about food he said they would skip soup and entrée. ‘Virgin’s Banquet and Hunk’s Fodder – medium rare.’ The round face of the waitress lit up. ‘You’ve been listening to trade. He was imagining how she'd look without the bra, her tits just barely covered. But Sandy was also imagining that same thing, and had already decided, that this was not the time. “Uhhh, no. I think not,” she said with a sigh of regret. Bob's mouth began to open but Sandy quickly raised her hands, signaling him not to interrupt. She continued, “It's bedtime and besides, Mom might come back.” Then grinning she added, “But I am going to do it, and it will be soon. I just don't want to get caught.”.