We were standing just outside the building and before we got a chance to talk about anything a couple of the other kids came over. Two girls I instant...ly classified as A-list bimbos (I later found out I was spot on) were chatting me up, pointedly ignoring Fran.A tall and massive rather arrogant type came over and started playing with one of the bimbos' bra elastic in a possessive manner. Out of the blue he asked "So George, are you into Football?" looking over my moderate build with a. I needed to get a good fucking and I did so now back to everyday life.” “Oh bullshit woman, you look like a different woman and its because of someone special. You look like you have never been so happy, satisfied and mmm sexually pleased. I think I need someone like that. Bill is gone most of the time now, over seas and with who knows as he does not seem to be interested in sex with me any more and when he does is seem like he is just fulfilling an obligation. Shit I want what you seem. Then one evening after a few drinks at the club I came home to a roomie, nice enough guy young like me sandy blond hair 5’8 180. We chatted and got to know each other he was 23 married we talked about wives women and sex his wife had given him regular blow jobs seem she really like sucking cock. He was from the city I was from the country we spent several evenings talking about the differences and how it was growing up. In the city from what I gathered it was a little more liberal than the. “I didn’t pack those,” she said defiantly. “I thought we agreed that you weren’t going out in public looking like a farm boy.”“Blue jeans don’t make me look like a farm boy. If I wanted to look like that, I’d get out my work boots, John Deere hat and shit-kicker t-shirt.”“I bet you’d look good in that,” Caryn weighed in.“He might, but we don’t need him to look the part right now,” Rita said.I stood up, turned around and pointed at my butt.“Do these pants make my butt look fat?” I simpered.“Shut.