As we danced to the song, Tara looked into my eyes and gave me a loving kiss. She whispered to me, " After the song ends, let's go back to my place fo...r dessert." The song concluded and the couples applauded as they went back to their tables. I paid the bill and off we went to her townhouse. When we got there, our kissing became more passionate. "Sit down Alan, now is the time for your dessert," Tara told me. She took out her phone, hit the music app, and began to dance for me. Yes, in her. I insert my fingers into my wet pussy one more time, removing the wet fingers, tasting myself. I adjust my skirt and stockings as I stand up tall admiring myself in the mirror. I tussle my hair giving it a sexy windblown look, and wink at myself in the mirror.**************He looks at me with surprise as I walk into the room. I can tell from the look in his eyes, that he is instantly aroused. I strut over to him, taking long strides, to be sure my skirt sways letting him get a peek. His eyes. ”“No way. I don’t want to be a narc! I just don’t want to be around that stuff.”“You know if I notice anything, then I absolutely have to report it. You don’t have anything in your room that would get you in trouble, right?”He laughed, “Just my stack of Playboy magazines, which I read for the articles, of course.”“Of course,” I chuckled. “Those aren’t against the rules, though it would be against the rules to have, say, a centerfold hanging in your room.”“You wouldn’t mind giving me a. “What?”He glanced at the other guys, and I turned my head. Both Surfer Boy and Middle Eastern Boy were watching us, and they were both hard as a rock.“Don’t let us stop you,” Surfer Boy said, “unless you want to come join us.”Chad and I exchanged glances. On the one hand, I didn’t want to make the same mistake I’d made before: I didn’t want anyone else to get between me and Chad. On the other hand, I was keenly aware that Chad had never been with any other guy; and between his posters, the.