The closest I had ever came to fucking her was when I was eighteen. She was married to John and I spent a lot of time over at their house. I was in co...llege at the time. So sometimes I just stayed at their house instead of coming home.I don't know if I mentioned it but my sister was a tease. She was probably a borderline slut. I watched a lot of men feel her up but I never saw her or heard her getting fucked, except by her husband, John. I could hear them going at it every time I stayed over at. She then made a note on a piece of paper of the purchases. The girls chose a table which seemed unnecessarily hidden for such a relatively quiet place. While they chatted about work and colleagues, Charlotte gazed about the room examining the other customers as they entered. Clarissa did much the same, but in a decidedly predatory manner. Charlotte was soon tempted to have a glass of wine, which seemed to go straight through her, so she soon had to go to the toilet. It was a very clean toilet,. The way she was glued to my side left no doubt who my date was. Denise and Ann were drawing their share of attention, too. All three of them noticed, and there was a lot of blushing going on, as we found an empty table.That didn't last long. Ann and Denise's friends, the ones who helped run 'interference' during the week, joined us. Helen, Margie, Linda, and Wendy, were all really nice. Bernie seemed uncomfortable with all the comments about her 'transformation', though. The girl just couldn't. A forlorn dread crept over him as he gazed at her breasts cupped in unfamiliar black hands. It wasn't a dream anymore. Carefully he got up and walked outside in the early morning dawn. The cool air was fresh and signaled a new day. He went to the stream to bath and tried to wash the memory of the night before from his body and soul. Afterward he walked to the gathering area and made some tea and sat sipping it.Soon Debbie appeared next to him. She poured a cup of tea for herself and sat next to.