”I let him stew a moment. “Why not?”“I’ve said too much already. I should go.” He stood up, and I grabbed his arm to stop him leaving.“S...m, OK, I get it, you don’t want to talk about it...”He sat down again and took a big gulp of his wine. A waitress came over to ask if we wanted anything else, and it gave me the chance to study his face. In the soft light of the bar his delicate features and blond hair held back in a ponytail gave him an androgynous look. He smiled as he spoke to the girl and. Dipped their fingers into my pussy... my wet dripping pussy…I felt cocks brushing against me... I reached out, feeling for them, grasping, taking hold, and stroking them, I felt like I was in heat with desire.They picked me up and took me to a couch - a sort of bench that was upholstered, with no arms or backrest. They laid me down... I just let them have me!The first guy climbed between my thighs and and guided his cock into my steaming hot wet pussy. I was so ready for him! I shouted out. I like teasing him a little bit I must admit. He's soft-spoken, handsome, and very polite. The other day, I walked into the kitchen wearing just a tank top and some old panties and he dropped his coffee on the floor. I giggled as he fumbled at attempting to explain himself. It's even helped me get extra money to go shopping. I wear something cute around him and ask him for some money and he just hands me his credit card. I guess my sorority sisters were right.I can't get over the feeling that. I felt my philosophy had to be more complicated than what he said, but I couldn't exactly see where.We were sitting on the floor, on our big oriental rug in the living room. Grandpa wanted to play there instead of in chairs in front of the card table where we usually played because he said his back was bothering him and this would be good for it. I don't know that much about old people's backs but I didn't see how sitting on the floor with no support would be good for them, but I didn't say.