At the same time I drive two fingers into your wet pussy...slipping them in and out...this has distracted you just enough that your focus goes back in... front of you. You are now looking around to see if anyone has noticed us. We are alone in a crowded bar ..... this is turning you on almost as much as it is me. I take a bold step in our encounter. I open my fly and pull my hard cock out. Moving even closer to you. I slip your skirt up in the back and maneuver my hard cock to the waiting entrance. June 5, 1992, Plainfield and Chicago, Illinois“We ARE going riding, right?” I asked as Samantha parked the Corvette in the driveway near the stable.“Yes. I heard what you said last Saturday. I didn’t like it, but I heard it.”“We need to work this out,” I said. “I don’t want you upset or disappointed. That’s not good. I want to be your friend!”“I never really HAD this kind of close friend,” she protested. “Not even Jeri or Lisa.”“You told me you had friends at school.”“I had people I did stuff. Madison noticed that Ashley was masturbating. She smiled and watched Ashley touch herself for a brief second before returning her attention back to Alyssa. “How are you doin’, baby?” Madison asked.“Good,” Alyssa said. “Can you do your whole finger now?” “Sure,” Madison said. Ashley and I watched lustfully as Madison slid the remainder of her finger to Alyssa’s ass. “How does that feel?” Madison asked. “Really nice,” Alyssa cooed. She reached down and began to rub her clit. “Do you want to start. .Damn it! I was too quiet and Bernie figured out I was thinking of something serious. I hesitate to tell him by waffling, "Bernie, if I tell you you're going to hate me."Bernie reaches over, takes my hand and says, "Liz, are you fucking crazy? You can't say or do anything that would make me hate you. So stop being so mysterious and spill the beans."As we begin to enter the suburbs of Denver, I look around and what I see helps me to clarify my feelings. Now if I can only explain them to Bernie..