With shaking hands and trembling fingers, I picked up the telephone andtriumphantly placed my order: "Three pizzas - the works, and a six pack ofdiet ...oke." I impatiently waited for my gourmet feast to arrive.Needless to say, by the time the doorbell rang, I was hungry and horny. I hadpopped in the video and Ron Jeremy was already boffing Ginger’Lynn in a giantbowl of french salad. Both were smothered in mayonnaise and pickle relish (ofall things!).The doorbell rang. I lethargically lifted my. ”“Are you going to tell them it was me?” I asked as I fucked my finger deep and wiggled it while she raised and caught her breath, then settled back to get more of my finger.“I’ll have to tell, we made a pact that if we ever get a boy to touch us, we have to tell.”“That’s OK, just tell them how good it feels and tell them how good it feels when the head of my cock goes in your pussy too.”“I will, Eddie. I’ll tell them that you’re the best. If they want you to, will you finger-fuck them. The bra n skirt I hung in the closet in the cabin.After an hour I went out for another smoke and asked him to get me cold water and a glass. Well he went to get it as I already gave him a tip. I finished my smoke and went back to cabin. He got my cold water and I asked him if he wanted some whiskey. He denied saying he doesn’t drink. I poured one for my self and went on reading my magazine. After 3 pegs and reading a cpl of sexy stories in my “Debonair” magazine I was quite horny. I adjusted my. .. Where's Jenna, the girl who usually takes care of me?" Oh... Jenna's moved on to another site. Promoted her to manager," Lonnie smiles before finally adding, "Hey man, don't worry about it. I'm a professional." It's just that I've never had a guy... well, I've never had a guy touch my body like that," I confide, blushing.Again, Lonnie smiles. "I hear that all the time. Don't worry about it, man. Like I said, I'm a professional."More silence as I ponder my decision and every possible.