If it interfered negatively in anyway with our relationship, then it would stop.During the day on that Friday, Suzie sent me a picture of her in a stu...ningly sexy outfit and asked me if Mark and I would like it. I would describe it as being Victoria Secret sexy and Frederick’s of Hollywood slutty at the same time. I told her it was perfect and couldn’t wait to see her. I also told her to text the picture to Mark and she had my permission to do some sexting with him, but don’t let him know that. During the time she had stayed at our place, I had found that Stephanie and I were kind of on the same wavelength with our sense of humour, and we could bounce jokes and stupid remarks off each other, and have fun together, even though she was much older. A few times over dinner, the image of Stephanie’s panties, pulled drum-tight over her pussy and buttocks would pop into my head, whether I wanted it there or not, and occasionally, I would look across at her and remember that underneath. Come on; let's go in this booth. Come on"He opened the booth door, walked in and got on his knees. "Come on, Come on, in here. It safe" I followed him into the booth and locked the door. My heart was pounding, I was nervous, and to make it even worst my dick was completely soft. "Don't worry, relax, no embarass. Let me see it. Come on". I walked up to him and his face is eye level to my pant's zipper. I unbuckled my jeans and pulled down the zipper. With my right hand tumb I pulled the. What amused me still further was, with the minimum effort the two ofthem opened up to me about their love life. They were both savingthemselves for marriage. How sweet.Though it really was going to make it harder for me. And I was prettyhard already.Still, liberal application of alcohol always helps these matters andbefore midnight I had persuaded them both to accompany me to my hotel.It seemed tacky and a bit too obvious to go to a motel, much as thethought appealed to me - virgins needed more.