You know, in case we did it with some guys?So we went to this bar and got pissed.I'm not usually like this but...I was drunk and dancing with this guy... who had said hello earlier to my tits. well, I liked him!So did my tits!And he liked me a lot, so he hugged my ass and lifted up my dress, pretended to fuck me and then put his hand between my legs and as we kissed, slipped some fingers up my wet cunt.there on the dance floor for everyone to see!Donna didn't rescue me - she was too busy holding. It had taken a lot of kilometres over winding roads for her to gain the confidence that would allow her to relax. That was the easy bit, getting permission for me to be her co-driver took some time and an actual demonstration of my agility to get in and out of the car with one and a half legs before CAMS would allow me to participate. The car passed through scrutineering without any drama, it was as ready as it could be, and it was now up to us. This was the night prologue, a new innovation in. Sometimes, only by chance, Alia passes through the room where I lie pleasuring myself. I implore her, quietly, with my eyes alone, wide and surrendered to anything, but she ignores me, or pretends not to see me, reapplying her lipstick, or re-doing the dark makeup of her eyes. There are times at work, for instance, that I stare off into space for what might be an hour or more. I imagine that I’m with them, or that they’ve somehow stolen my consciousness away. When I return to myself, messages. Not surprisingly his answer was a definitive yes. How could it not be? Jay looked delicious lying there watching us. Turning back to my car, I opened the door and asked Jay if she would like to be introduced. Smiling she sat up and swung her legs out onto the car park and simply said, ‘Hello Mark.' Reaching out her hand, but remaining seated, Jay took Mark’s and slowly pulled him towards her. We weren't ready for what she did next though. I watched as she looked up at Mark and unzipped him..