The lock had a hook and an eye. She noticed that the door didn't completely close. She sat her bare butt on the cold seat and relieved herself. Wiping... her pussy, Cynthia washed her hands in frigid water, used the only towel there and went back to the kitchen where the man was cooking."How do you like your eggs?" he inquired."Any way except hard boiled," she answered, not meeting his eyes while looking around the kitchen."Scrambled okay?" That's fine."Cynthia returned to the living room to sit. The drill at the Red Lips is that the guys who wanted blow jobs -- the ones who were too shy to sit next to a girl, like blondie over there -- stood up along the back wall and waited for someone to approach them. I chose the wall on the left side of the theater, away from the blonde and her coterie. There was only one guy standing in front of that wall, a k** of about nineteen with curly, red hair, dressed in jeans and a western shirt. I stood against the wall about a foot away from him and. They always started with solo pleasure while watching each other, then we would naturally pair off and have sex.Samantha and my best friend Tiff were now girlfriends, while Jack and Steven were boyfriends. I'd recently brought in Thomas to make up an even number of six. We weren't a couple, but we'd had sex a few times. Occasionally, some of us would play with the others: Tiff might have sex with Thomas, and I loved to swallow the boys' semen.The only time I missed a session was when my parents. There is lots of bars and clubs downtown and it's an eventful fun city. I moved here from a little town on the other side of the state where it's all farming and ranching and hours drive to a big city. I have always been ok at getting girls, at times i was told i was to nice though. Being from a small town I didn't have to meet them though. I had a few somewhat serious relationships but nothing long term, mainly there was a lot of random hooking up. Now living here was a whole other story. I am.