I had confessed to a couple of ménage à trois experiences at college and she had told me of a wild period in her teens when she had disc...overed sex and gone through a dozen boys in as many months.Curiously our trust and passion for each other made this an exciting, not a jealous experience, just spurring us on to higher peaks of mutual stimulation.I had been working for a couple of years and she had just left college and was living with me fulltime over the summer before starting a. I looked for my bra and top but I think the second guy must have taken them with him and my heels were gone too. They cost me fucking £80. Bastard, I'm still fuming about that. So all have in right now is a tiny skirt. Like that’s it no underwear completely topless. I’ve wiped most of the cum off my face I think but it’s still all in my hair, It was all still in my hair, and I hadn't done a very good job of cleaning it off my face either. and there is stuff running down my legs from my ass, cum. They sat quietly eating and Eric lit the candle and opened the bottle of wine and poured them each a glass. Franchesca had never tasted anything so good, it was all delicious. She felt so happy and content sitting in the beautiful big room with Eric with the fire aglow next to them. The fragrance of the lilacs still filled the room with their heady scent. It was like a wonderful dream she didn't want to wake up from.They finished their meal and had some more wine, then Eric poured each of them. I try to locate my keys in my bag, and half mindedly ask "Who?" "Don't take it the wrong way, but… you really, really look like Dane, a gay porn star who I'm a huge fan of." I smile. It's nice to know people recognize me by my screen name, and that I have fans. Suddenly, a wild idea pops into my head. "Maybe that 'Dane' is just a screen name. Perhaps his real name is Greg. Who knows?" I shrug. "Would there be a way to see if I am really that Dane?" Len's eyes light up. "Yes, but I'd have to see.