I realized I was tugging on my sleeves again. Maybe I should have brought a book. Standing in front of the Denver Public Library holding a book wouldn...t seem too strange. Which of course I was.Tamara had indeed given me her phone number the next morning, after another round of sex. After two weeks of trying to guess her motives, I'd finally called. She'd asked me to meet her in front of the library on a Saturday morning. She said she'd explain more once we'd met. I'd arrived early and was now. He then put his wet finger in her mouth to lick clean then he fingered her more. He did this about three times as she licked her own cum off his wet fingers. Then his fingers found her clit and he rolled it between them making her cum even more as she moaned and thrust her hips. He then pulled her across his lap and let his huge cock slide into her wet hole and then he began fucking her as his mouth took a nipple and sucked. His hands found her ass cheeks and he rubbed them then he shoved a. Mike, ever the diplomatic lawyer, smiled broadly and courteously told her that she looked gorgeous. The other two men stepped forward in turn and politely gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. I smiled to myself thinking the formalness of the greeting was quite bizarre, considering that we all knew the reason for the gathering. Bobby invited everyone into the living room and Ellen asked each of the men what they would like to drink. With her drink selection in order, she went into the kitchen to. I wanted to know things that typically only girls would care about. Shealso started to notice things were not where she remembered leavingthem. Things like her hair brush or nail buffer.Much later in life she told me, she suspected something and, aftertalking to a friend about her suspicions, decided to set a sort of testfor me. She left a skirt (one I loved the best) and the pair of heelsshe usually wore with it out one day. The skirt was left on the chairin her room and the heels in front of.