In the last 20 years since she was eighteen herself, Emma had popped the cherry of no less then 19 different men. The youngest being a tender eighteen... years old (and a full 15 years younger then herself) and the oldest twenty-six.“Relax,” she said as her hand rubbed the hard flesh of Brian’s cock inside the confines of his underwear. Brian nodded and tried. Emma grinned and sped up her rhythm a little, stroking the hard cock faster and working more on the tip, squeezing it lightly.Brian gasped. Sometimes we’re joined by Kate, and those are the most fun times.The third Sunday we worked this marathon weekend shift around our class schedules, Alison told Dee and me that she wanted us to go home with her. She said her brother was gone on a trout fishing trip with her dad, her younger brother and a few of the guys where they work. Her sister-in-law, Sheila, had mentioned that she wanted to meet Dee and me.“How did she know about us?” Dee asked just as we clocked in on Sunday.“She asked me. My Mom responded with an unintelligible reply. "Ok Sweet, you're gonna regale me with stories of your first year's conquests at school, and not spare any juicy detail," she said "I want it all."I laughed at her teasing and spun her around, pushing her toward the passenger side of the truck and slapping her on her bottom as I told her to go help Mom. She had turned flirty with every male in existence, at least that's what I thought, ever since her breakup with her boyfriend Jamie six years ago.. "So there it is," he said matter-of-factly. I gave him the confused lookhe was attempting to elicit. "The scene of the crime. Want to go for aride?" He asked as he pulled me towards my bed. I actually went intopanic mode. "Sam, we can't do this here, now! Our mothers are downstairs!" Helaughed and pulled me down on top of him. He was too damned strong forme to resist. "Sam please!" I begged. "We'll have plenty of time forthat next Sunday," I promised. I gave him my best pleading look. Hewrapped.