"Nah, man. You know how much I wanted to meet you in person and if I had changed my mind I would have let you know. I wouldn't have let you come here,... expecting me to be on the plane, only to find out that I had wussed out. That would be harsh, babe... err... Jack." I wished I could kick myself for that slip but he didn't seem to pay it any mind."Let's go get the rest of your luggage and we'll get you checked in to your room, OK?" he suggested, taking my carry-on off of my shoulder before I. We were on time. We turned the car over to a parking attendant and entered the nicest place around Birmingham.We were seated at a table by the dance floor. The place began to fill up.The table next to us was given to a guy I barely knew. He was in sales and was rarely around the office.His wife was a nice looking woman but their daughter was a knock out. She was about Glen's age.Dinner was served and it was as usual at 'The Club' superb. After the tables were cleared a curtain was opened and. Americans reveled in it. They celebrated it. She wouldn’t disappoint her parents. Men would still even marry her used body, just accepting that their women were whores while younger.My tongue pressed on her lips. I wiggled past, brushing the braces on her teeth. I caressed them, feeling the rough texture. They added something naughty to the kiss. My friend whimpered again. And then her lips moved.Worked against mine.Kissed me back.I knew she had a slut lurking in her.I cupped her ivory cheeks. He looked at her. Her eyes were glazed. She was breathing faster than usual. It was hard to believe, but she was slumping in the seat, hunching her crotch toward his fingers. He didn't know what to do next, the poor guy. But Barbara knew what she wanted him to do.Gazing hotly at the confused guy, she whispered, "I'm not going to stop you, Tom. Go ahead. Get it. I'm not wearing any panties." Huh?" the dazed guy gasped. His hand froze."Oh, Tommmmm," she breathed. She grabbed his hand in hers and.