“Look, I’m not trying to be her pimp or anything, but the only reason we came all the way over here was ‘cause she wanted to get a better look a... you. She thinks you’re cute. I think she’s right, but she saw you first and that’s our rule.” She sucked down the last of her fizzy drink and turned back towards her dancing friend. I furrowed my brow at her a bit and smiled as I wondered if any man stood a chance with motivated women like these on the prowl. I was sure they had noticed the. We’re both fire signs — she’s an Aries and I’m a Sagittarius, so it would be passionate and intense no doubt. Oh yes, it would be. These three-ways would happen only sporadically because, afterward, Ewa’s Catholic guilt would kick in and she’d swear we couldn’t do it again — at least, that is, until my horny wife seduced her again with Lambrusco or sangria and soft hands. Then I’d get to lick Ewa’s very small, sensitive breasts and kiss her gently on the mouth while my wife brought her to. Of herself! Laura ran her hands over her breasts and then placed the peanut butter and jelly pieces about as far apart on the counter as her nipples were. She took a deep breath, and then slowly leaned forward on to the counter, letting her breasts rest on top of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The substances felt fantastic against her tits; they were making her nipples so hard that she could feel them pressing against the counter through the soft bread and gooey substances. She stood up. ” The rest of us sat frozen, speechless. Satisfied with the effect her story had on us, Amy turned to me: “Truth or Dare?” As the only boy playing, I knew I was in for some rough and possibly humiliating waters ahead. But I also knew the obvious right choice in a situation like this: “Dare.” “Come over here and get inside this towel with me.” That sounded pleasant enough. I got up and crossed the room to Amy, relishing the thought of cozying up to her after that sexy story. But I realized the.