The beginning of your chapter should acknowledge the previous speaker and the end of it should leave open the opportunity for the next storyteller to ...begin.Do not contradict another's story. No matter how outlandish or outrageous it is only good manners to accept what you have heard as truth, even if you do have your doubts.One upping each other is not only allowed but encouraged, as is the way of these things. An example of this type of one-upmanship storytelling can be seen in the classic. After a couple of drinks, I was feeling even more hornier. All the benches were filling up and a couple of men asked if they could share our bench. I welcomed the opportunity to flirt. "Please join us" I said. One sat one side and the other sat on my side. I couldn't help but show him what was on offer. I sat astride the bench, exposing my pussy (my now very wet pussy) to the guy. The shorts were right up my pussy and the lips were hanging out the side. He couldn't stop staring. My tits. " I dunno, Ira..." Please ... just this once. Just let me put it in for a minute."Jackie was quiet a moment, then growled, "fine."He pushed her back again and was between her spread legs quickly. On his knees, he pushed down his jeans to his thighs and leaned over Jackie's body. "You're gonna love this part..." he stated through a grin."Uh-huh," Jackie replied, "go easy ... I've never done it before." I know. You'll love it. Promise."Jackie's screech made my stomach lurch. There was pain there,. They were round, a pale-olive color, her nipples dark brown. Slanted eyes fluttered as Cheryl's hands went around her waist. Like his father, Clint had a thing for Asian girls. My sister and I used to compete to bring him the sexiest, Asian girls to fuck. Especially if they were Japanese, Chinese, or Korean.And since I was a teacher, I had access to sexy, nubile girls, grooming them like I groomed Pam for Clint. So I usually won. Like I had today.I fell to my knees before Clint, the video.