..." Namoi looked like she was going to cry. "But you can have Mary. I can't fuck my bosses Daughter... yet."I looked at the empty bottle of wine and ...sighed. I put the spaghetti on hold and followed. I could find something to do. Couldn't I?In the end we all did, and we did eat. It was the constant pinging of the computer that caught Nicky's attention and I remembered I hadn't told the others my new plans. We gathered around the computer and Nicky whistled. Thirteen emails, thirteen fuck. I could have lived quite comfortably at their expense, on their hard-earned savings and their substantial inheritances. A career opening as a gigolo was mine for the asking. It was tempting but I still had some money of my own and for now, I wasn't ready to be tied down. I still had a lot of sexual adventures of my own to pursue and that was why I was standing in this room. She peered at me from behind those dark, expressionless glasses. ?I read your application e-mail. I find a little. A long blast from a truck horn caused them all to pause."You bastards!" screamed Kitty. She was looking into the mirror on the bulkhead and saw the stream of traffic coming towards them. All the truck drivers were high enough to see over the hedge and into the brightly lit back of the van.“You said you like to be watched!” argued Dave. “What better than a bunch of horny truckers?”Kitty burst into laughter.“Right I’m having you off!” she said and started a fast, hard ride on Dave’s cock. He. Paul seemed to know how to handle everything. He fixed our cars, leaky faucets, and the A/C. He was manly, masculine, and a bachelor. Julie liked and flattered him. She complimented his mature chest hair and facial shadow, which she called sexy. We got together often at our place. We’d drink beer and listen to music tunes. Some nights, we’d all end up dancing. It was good fun with some hugs until one night that changed things forever.One Saturday night, the three of us were partying late.