This'll just be six. But I guess orgy works.” I didn't back down here. This was totally going to fly if I was just confident enough. I knew that Amy..., while always a little reserved on the outside, had always had deep urges for freaky-ass shit. This was just the kind of thing that was weird enough to tickle her interests. “Tell me who's going to be there again?” “Just the two girls I've been fucking at the office, that Indian girl you've been screwing, and your baby daddy.” She winced when I. I felt bad as I slept on the couch that night. I had hurt her feelings not meaning to. A week later, at the gym, Gwen, my workout partner began to come on a bit more. I didn’t notice it at first. Then one night she actually rubbed against my cock with her hand as I was lifting a bench press. She straddled over my chest to spot me, claiming it was better for her to do it that way. As I began to lift her hand dropped as she bent down lower and I felt her rubbing my cock. I got hard almost. Turning, I saw the man staring at me with a smile. He was mid-to-late thirties, very well-toned with a tribal tattoo on his shoulder. He then knelt down in front of the bench, leant over and grabbed my cock! I was in complete shock, never having been intimate with a man in any way. I was about to tell him to get off me when I suddenly realized how good it felt. He was now using both hands, stroking them in rhythm up and down my shaft, using my sweat as lube. I knew it was wrong but it felt so. She stepped up to the counter and produced further ID, even though the border guard from outside had brought her passport to the officer inside. They both stepped away and were talking to each other out of earshot. Mila was tired and cranky. She looked up, she looked down, she looked all around the building. She was just so exhausted and with a big sigh, put her elbows on the counter and rested her forehead in her hands. Her face was naturally pointing down to the ground and she got a good look.