Linda was dressed in a fairly long dress with a tube type of top. I was one of the most conservative outfits she had worn all week, but that was the ...only thing she had on except for her shoes. We went to several night spots and I got her pretty tipsy. About 10:45 I gradually made our way to the local bar and got there about 10 after 11. We walked in and I saw Bill sitting at the bar. I led Linda to the other side of the room so she wouldn't see him and maybe get tipped off. We ordered a. That encounter had been rather boring, and infinitely forgettable, so, ‘lucky’ may not be the correct choice of word. That was about to change, however, on a lovely summer evening that the encounter I am about to retell, took place. * At around seven-thirty p.m., I took a stroll on the promenade. On my brisk and enjoyable walk I did not observe any potential hook-ups, outward bound. Half an hour later, as I was returning to the hotel, I observed two guys in conversation next to an underground. She reached up, sliding her hands up Tyreses strong muscular arms, and grabbed onto each of his shoulders. He picked up his pace and now a frothy white mixture was all over his shaft as it slid in and out with more ease. The walls of her pussy were now adjusting to his size. She moaned deeply as he slammed into her very soul! She slid her hands down his ribs and back, down to his ass. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels into his back urging him on! He dropped his fat lips down. “We don’t share our men!” Rose said, when Willy told her about the joke.They both were right; they never shared their men. Until they did.----Willy and Utah had met while in college at a university in Virginia. They were both assigned to the same dorm as freshmen and struck up a friendship almost immediately. They both possessed the same twisted sense of humor and were both musicians and loved the same kinds of music. They roomed together for the whole four years and actually graduated.