Lara went next, guessing, "Never have I ever... given a Mexican guy I barely know a blowjob." I didn't drink at that one, to everyone's loudly express...d disappointment.Next it was Sophie: "Never have I ever... given a Mexican guy I barely know a HANDJOB." I grimaced and took a shot. I was pretty sure what I had done with Santiago would constitute a handjob, even if he was the one who... brought it to completion. Another uproar at my expense.I started to sway a little bit as the three shots in. " Shegiggled, and Danny's brain reeled to keep this person still placed as theJack in his memories. "Well? 'it' is very glad to hear that. I think asecond expedition is in order. And a third. And a three-hundredth."Danny was starting to get hard again, but instead of taking her up on heroffer right away, he reached out, caught her hand in his, and led her toher feet. She wobbled as she followed Danny out of the room, hastilythrowing her now over-sized clothes back on, and they made their way. She didn't seem to have a problem cussing–she had dropped the "F" bomb and used the word pussy a few times already.But cussing and being called a slut or a whore are entirely different matters. Although most of my lady friends enjoy being my slut and my whore while I'm with them, I have run across a few–a very few–who don't like being called such derogatory names.Still, this was our first time together, and I needed to learn this woman's tastes–her turn-ons AND her turn-offs! So with that. Her long auburn hair was in a lovely French braid.Eventually, I felt comfortable enough to ask that burning question.“Why did you talk to me Geri?”“Being honest Jessica, I was curious about you and wanted to be friendly.”We ordered a bottle of wine and moved to a table to talk more. As the wine flowed, Geri asked more and more personal questions; finding out just how far I’d been with men. I got a thrill from the shock on her face when she found out I’d been fucked. By our third bottle of wine.