He wore a black letter sweater with a gold "O" onit. With his blonde hair and square jaw, he looked almost like Wild Bill,but I suspected that wasn't ...who he was. He seemed too uncomfortable withwho he was. I watched with amusement as he absently tugged at his pants,as if his crotch was uncomfortable. Whoever he had been, I mused, heapparently had a bigger set of balls than before. I found myself envyinghim.Another "couple" boarded the bus in apparent discomfort. The boy was talland well. She had a great body with 34b’s which were firm and a lovely tasting pussy with just the right amount of pubic hair, I hadn’t seen her arse yet so can’t comment but I was certainly looking forward to her getting up in the loft again, be just my luck she wears trousers.I put some wine in the chiller and took a shower to freshen up and then lounged around with a beer or two waiting for Sally to arrive, I didn’t have to wait long before the doorbell rang. Sally looked stunning in her white blouse. "The deadpan way she said it set him off into a fit of laughter; he was bent double in his seat. One of the reasons he loved Gretchen was her distinct lack of discretion and subtlety. Since they were kids, she was very outspoken and had always encouraged the naturally reserved Ethan to be more so. A similar comparison could be drawn between their mothers, through whom they had been introduced at the age of three. Margaret was a short-tempered, loud-mouthed 'soccer mom' type who was forever. Essentially after a night out partying on the 4th with a big group of friends, I ended up back at my place with Anna and John, a friend of mine from high school. Honestly, Anna can barely stand John, but she was horny (and something else) enough to start fooling around with me. So we're doing our thing, making out, and I lean in and ask Anna if she'll fuck him. And before she can say no, I tell her the idea of watching her be fucked by someone she doesn't even like was a huge turn on to.