You probably heard the old Spice Girls song, 'Wannabe', well this is very much the attitude that Jane has with her three girlfriends, Jenny, Chris and...Ann. If I wanted to be her lover I had to get with her friends.The subject came up when I asked about her friends. "So what happened to your friends last night," I asked, "oh they probably hit the bars last night," Jane said. "They are sleeping it off in the other room," she continued "I doubt they will be awake before mid day." "So was it no. So yeah, I guess I can now be defined as a slut.Allow me to introduce myself: I’m Jeff. A thirty-six-year-old trucker from Pennsylvania. I like doing what most guys like doing: I drink beer, watch football, eat steak and love to fuck women. And now men.I’m what you would call a typical trucker. About 6’ 1” (without my trusty baseball cap!). I have thinning hair, with a small bald pate appearing on top of my head. I’m fairly stocky, but by no means chiselled – I’ve got large arms and a broad. I feel sweaty and very unsexy. But he says yes and I do have a change of clothes in my bag, so I say, let me shower, first. He laughs and says it's just him and his roommates cooking up some steaks, no need to get all fancy, and I promise I won't spend too much time on my makeup and I'll just shower at the gym, if he'll wait. He says he will. I honestly don't expect him to still be there when I get out, but he is, and he's showered, too (but not put on a shirt, ha!) and we go back to his. I worked one hand between us and began rubbing and pinching a hard nipple.Her need began to swell and push her other conflicting emotions to the back, making more room for a lemony tasting lust.I slipped down her tiny body and sucked one breast into my mouth, sucking hard and drawing the nipple deep within, using my tongue to force it against the roof of my mouth.Victor/Valentine/Peg began to squirm beneath me, grinding her pubic mound against my lower abs."Come on, you albino son of a bitch!.