I had to admit I liked the complements.Dee announced that the plan. We were to go to dinner at a place that also had a dance floor. After dinner, drin...king and dancing we were going to a movie. I was surprised at the movie until she explained that she had reserved two private booths at the theater. Mark and I had been to this theater before, they serve alcohol and if you are in a private booth no one can see what goes on in the booth.Will was not a big drinker, so he was the driver. Pursuant to. I really wanted it so bad.As I was inserting my naughty fingers in my cunt, my loving girlfriend Helena called me, to wish me a nice Birthday…I told her my bad feeling about being alone; but she laughed and said we could make something different that evening for a birthday party. We could celebrate it at her house, along with the other girls. Then I knew what she did mean: Helena would arrange everything for me and the girls. She would hire for sure a black male stripper to come and show us a. .. put ... his ... penis ... into ... your ... vagina ... for ... the ... first ... time?”Diana looked at me. I nodded to her and smiled before picking up her hand and kissing it.“He did,” Diana said quietly.Tasha screamed, Lissa shook her head, Jos smiled, and Sasha gave Diana a long hug and a kiss on the lips.“I thought you said that you didn’t fuck,” Tasha pointed her finger at Diana.“Language!”“Fuck language!”“Tasha, we didn’t fuck. Diana and I made love,” I explained before Tasha blew a. The black vinyl top was tattered and the paint splotchy and faded. He had jacked it up in back and was running tires three sizes too small on the front. Undersize tires are an accident waiting to happen. The car was a beat-to-hell piece of shit and the eight-track was almost always blaring some kind of chainsaws-idling-on-a-metal-table type of noise the owner thought was music. The Chevelle and its owner were both loud and obnoxious, and Jim and I were in a foul mood. We decided we needed to.