Socially inept. Inept in just about every other way.Especially I remember Marianne. She was a tall, blonde cheerleader with big breasts, round hips, a...d a well-upholstered behind. (Weight loss and dieting would not become a ruling passion among females for some years yet.) My heartthrob, she was. She made my heart throb, all right. Unfortunately, the reverse seemed not to be the case. She didn't even know who I was and nonchalantly brushed off my feeble efforts to approach her. It was a damn. Soon he was fully erect and moaned under her touch. She straddled his legs and continued to stroke him. Then she lifted and positioned herself above his hardness, and slowly lowered herself down. He moaned as he felt his sensitive cock sliding into her wet, warm pussy. She took in all of his cock and placed her hands on his chest. With her eyes closed she began to move her hips up and down. Her vaginal muscles clamped tight around his shaft as she moved her his. His hands cupped her breast,. Jesus, I was getting sick of this sweet shit. I eyed his Stellawith envy.Coming here with him was a really bad idea. It's not like all I had todo was come to terms with what I looked like and the sudden pressure to'relax' in this goddamn bar. No. I also had to listen to Dan, andpretend to be interested in what he had to say while trying to find abalance between friendly and flirty, and maintain the illusion of myyouthful innocence; and the whole time I was trying to keep aninconspicuous eye. Soon I was slurping away and bobbing my head furiously in his lap. His moans told me I was doing a good job while now and then I could hear my husband encouraging me. After some time, my friend suggested a move to the bedroom. When we arrived, my husband let them know that his anniversary gift for them was me! He was giving me to them and would just sit back, enjoy the show, and maybe take a photo or two. He told my now naked friend to lay back on the bed and let his beautiful wife show her.