Can you do me doggy style, just like the story? I want to be your bitch, and I want Julia to lick me clean afterward. Please?"She did ask nicely. So n...icely that I'd gotten even harder during her request.Julia said, "You get on your hands and knees and I'll slide under you. That way I can lick your pussy and Mark's cock while he's fucking you. Won't that be great?"I nearly had the opposite technical problem, I nearly came. Saved by a last second go-soft, phew.Carol rolled over and assumed the. As I swaggered through the graveyard I kept hearing a noise. It sounded like a low moan. I thought to myself, 'Someone from the party must be getting laid out here.'I giggled and continued walking.I was about half way through the graveyard when the moaning got louder. There were about ten big trees in the middle of the graveyard and that was where the moaning was coming from.I giggled and decided to see who was getting laid. I snuck behind one of the trees then peeked around it. No one was. .. from a classmate, who had offered it to her in case she had questions about the upcoming test.David.Dave, actually. He preferred Dave. Sweet, charming, easy-going..... seemed like a good guy. Had a good handle on the class material - always happy to talk, even to the shy Leslie. He lived at home, and had a car, so if she called him..... he might even be able to come over.....Leslie`s hands trembled at the thought. She`d been with a few guys as boyfriends before, even had a little sex, but. Sometimes, the old ways are just the best ways.Well, it seems that corporate types don't have much imagination themselves and so I quickly found that I wasn't going to be walking alone. In fact, we were all going to be meeting at and then walking from the bus station. Chapter Two: Santa Monica Greyhound Bus StopIf you ever feel the need to be humiliated, just hang out with your old army buddies. As we walked, they brought up all of the most embarrassing moments that I'd spent 20 years trying.