The raucousness of the cabbie’s laughter boomed through the Perspex wall between them. Pushing her hand into his jacket pocket with a quiet snigger,...she took his hand and pressed it against her inner thigh. He felt the surprise of feeling her legs ease apart for him. The moist wetness of her naked sex as his fingers parted her silky entrance spurred him on. In the shadowy low light of the cab, he revelled in the sense of danger as he fingered her cunt. He checked his wallet; the reassurance of. ‘Ever been fucked by a girl?’ she asked. I was shocked. No. No, I’ve never fucked a girl. I don’t like girls. I like boys. Megan smiled when I told her that, as if it were an invitation to try and change things. She flipped her hazelnut brown hair over her shoulder and puckered her lips. ‘Kiss me. Just once.’ she said. And I did kiss her, to my own disbelief. But it was a long, unexpected kiss. I was about to pull away when she slipped her tongue into my mouth, and I cursed at myself in my head. Fidel and Kiki and I drankquite a bit of beer and began to bebored with the fishing effort andlack of action. Fidel pulled Kiki out of herchair and pushed her tobend over the backrail of the boat, then pulled herbikini bottoms offand fingered her. I noticed the young boy watching intentlyand the captain glancing back from the flying bridge above and forward.Fideltold me to come over and lick her pussy for him, and I did, kneelingdownbehind my bent-over wife. I licked and licked, getting her. And I loved hearing every second of it. Liz’s apartment was very quiet. After a few moments of taking in the site of my co-worker laying on her bed in her underwear, I walked over to the side of her bed where I began slipping off my shoes. My socks were next, followed by my shirt. After a deep breath, I undid by belt and slid my pants to the floor. There I stood, next to Liz’s bed in my black boxer briefs. They were tight showing a little bit of a bulge. When I say a little bit I don’t mean,.