“Yes, but Wendy, please try to have him home by midnight.”We all nodded and then headed to the parking lot. Wendy drove a small land yacht known a...s a Chevy Impala. It was a full-sized car with a full sized engine. It was not what I expected a bubbly blonde cheerleader to have. We piled in, and she pulled me close on the front bench seat. She was not shy about planting another smoldering kiss on me as the crowd continued to thin out from the game.“Are you hungry? I am.” She said before I could. If anyone was reading the first "LF" at this stage, it was not that good, contrary to the vindictive ratings some of the readers are giving my re-written versions for my views.The site name is "Stories Online," and while most are sexually oriented, and many are very explicit, the site does not specify that only SEX STORIES are allowed, contrary to those who continue to flame my Conservative, and Christian views. (Liberals believe that Freedom of Speech and the First Amendment apply only to. Further down my spine, there is a small depression below the vertebra. This depression communicates with the depression on my Mound Plate, which in turn stirs inside my vagina. Any touch on the back of my neck is instantly conveyed to the corresponding nerve in my pussy or clit. It’s so sensitive that I can tell which finger Rob is using on the back of my neck. A tiny movement of his finger on my vertebra makes me feel the focus of pleasure moving on my clit. When he touches the depression. I searched the party crowd for Frank, and saw him shaking hands and smiling broadly as he continued interacting and laughing with his co-workers. Our eyes met briefly, and we raised our respective glasses in a virtual salute to let each other know that we were good and enjoying ourselves. Frank went quickly back to his socializing, and I went back to enjoying the sensation of Ben’s two fingers sliding in and out of my drenched pussy.After 3-4 minutes of this, Ben found my clit with one of his.