Now really, this app was perfect for me. My life revolves around technology; I work online, chat online, spend most of the day on the phone, texting o... emailing so an app that sat on my screen and let me talk to men was perfect. Plus it meant I could get to know them a bit first and screen out any bad apples (I have an unfortunate habit of attracting weirdos, apparently because I'm too nice to them).So walking along the seafront one day I found this app and downloaded it, setting up my profile. In their college afterlives, Bobby was a sales rep for an athletic wear manufacturer and played music on the side; Carl was a manager for a firm that refurbished metro buses. But they were good friends, shared the same sense of humor, and made it a point to get together every few months for a night out.This story begins on one of those nights. Carl and Bobby were twenty-six and twenty-five years old, and it was a Friday night, the day after Thanksgiving. They decided to meet at one of their old. His hand, in comparison, felt ice cold. I pulled my skirt back over my leg and David left his hand where it was. To get warm, he said. I laughed again, but I didnt do anything to push his hand away. The other guys were all watching me. David kept talking about how warm and soft my legs were. Paul was sitting on my left. He also put his hand between the overlap in my skirt, and slid it between my legs. I was laughing as I sat there with two guys hands between my legs, roughly half way up from my. " she stated, matter of factly. Who was I to decline? I bent over her chest and started to kiss and suck her beautiful tits and her engorged nipples. She really was into tit sucking, I noticed when I looked up briefly and saw that her eyeballs were rolled up to show the whites behind her hald closed lids. Her right hand was rubbing her crotch. I decided to explore that area myself and slid my left hand under her skirt. The skin of her thighs was delicious to my touch, smooth and firm. But when.