”“Alright,” Tripp started to make his way to the door, “Our table is towards the back corner of the tent, near the stage.”“Okay, thanks.�...� I watched as Tripp walked towards the door, then Danny. But not before he turned around and looked at me with some kind of look that I was supposed to pick up on. I just waved and turned back around to my task. I heard the door close and sighed in relief.“Do you want to talk?”I spun around, dropping the box when I saw Danny standing inside the door.“Christ.”. She had tied a sweater around her waist, but it did little to conceal her curvy bottom. I was nervous and a little anxious .. unfamiliar territory for me these days. We ended up chilling in some body's Honda civic and listening to the local college stations. "Hey man, you feeling me ?" "Yeah, I'm there." It was honest ... It was REAL ... ...We just started going at it like fucking a****lS !!! ... not kissing ... JUST SUCKING ON EACHOTHER'S LIPS, TONGUES, CHEEKS AND CHINS ... my hand trying to. I continued to stroke, getting off on the very nasty, erotic little voyeuristic movie I was so enjoying.Although I got a sort of sadistic, twisted kick out of watching my best friend getting a blow-job from his wife, it was watching her as she began to literally spank his monkey so to speak, when things really got interesting. As Cindy hand-slapped Brad's dick, I suddenly got more aroused and excited than I'd ever been. Which included watching any other X-rated movie I'd ever seen before. There. I did something right." Oh, Alan, I don't mean to be like that. Just..." Just a lot of changes in three days." In nine months," she sighed. "And things, uh, they looked so bad ... with Mom." You're past that, Tina. If we can figure this all out." I sipped my savory brown liquid, gazing at her face.She shook her head, flaring her hair and letting it fall in place. Her hand went up and brushed it off her collar. "Uh, Alan, how ... I mean, am I askin' too much to get my hair trimmed?" No. Is it.