I taste so fucking good. I opened my eyes and looked at Chris. "Want to join in?" I knew I didn't even have to ask. He was wearing gym shorts, so I c...uld see he was rock hard. Before he could say anything, I slid off the desk to stand in front of him. He leant forward and slid his hand up my legs and under my skirt. His hands were large, but smooth and he was gentle as he slid a finger inside me. I leant over him and let my lips linger half an inch from his. He leaned forwards to kiss me, but. On the short drive to the restaurant, Case discovered that instead of flying commercial, Vika had flown Cassandra up from Orange County, and Anastasia had borrowed ‘daddy’s jet’, and flown in from Texas. They met at Sacramento International and traveled down to Lodi in a rental.David Anders gave Case a funny look when he showed the five of them into a private room at the back of the Rosewood. It was late enough that the usual lunch crowd and the Christmas party crowd had mostly departed.More. I introduced myself and told them that I couldn’t remember their names, but I did remember all of their bodies, this broke the ice and we all laughed, becoming more at ease.We exchanged all the pertinent information about where we lived, how long we would be here, when school would start, and how it felt to be able to walk around naked in front of people that we didn’t even know, who were also naked. I was repeating their names and trying to come up with a way to remember their names, there. Stunned at the twisted logic behind Jim’s statement, Greg stared at him. It took him a full thirty seconds to generate a reply. “That’s crazy.”“Not at all. It’s a perfectly reasonable solution to a problem. I bet you’ve practiced it yourself,” Jim said.“No way.”Turning so that he was facing Greg, Jim tried to find an example that the other man would understand. It came to him and he said, “You used to drive a VW Bug, didn’t you?”“Yes, the Lady Bug,” Greg answered. Just a simple mention of his.