We arrived at the carpark and parked in one corner there were two cars next to each other, me and my wife both had butterflies. One of the cars put th...ir indicators on, so l did the same, he came and parked my side of the car and asked if we were playing, l nervously explained it was our first time then realised what an idiot l must have sounded. The guy introduced himself as Martin, laughed and said “we all have to start somewhere” then got out of his car and went to Jolie’s window and l left. My tits bounced up and down furiously, my fat belly jiggled, my ass dug itself a trench into the bed as Roger, in my imagination, dug into my trench, my vagina that had never had anything in it other than my fingers (my cherry having broken in gym class years before-- I thought I was having a period every week). I slid my fingers deep inside, thrust them in me as if they were a cock, not that I knew what a cock felt like. I could feel my juice running down my ass. My come started to build and I. Within minutes we had a few guys hitting on us, buying our drinks and wanting to dance with us. Given we are polite girls, we took their drink offer, grabbed them and led them to the dance floor. Over the next 3 hours we danced with 6 different guys, all of who managed to grind their cocks in our ass. Not that we were objecting as we were pushing our asses into them all the time. Amy and I both put the naughty grinding dance on teh floor for the boys to have fun with. It was 2AM and Amy and I. Now it looked old beyond age, perhaps beyond time. Shequickly turned her face to the oak paneled floor."Its not always pleasant seeing into peoples lives. Mostly, yes, but notalways. You will come to understand."She nodded. For the past few days, she had an idea that after what hadhappened she no longer could go back to being a simple schoolgirl. But wasthat what she had wanted in the first place?No.It was interesting, but would get boring after awhile. No, she wanted more.She wanted to tinker.