I have to make every thing make sense to me. I over think every little thing, I’m so fucking predictable. Why the fuck did I let Marshal talk me int...o this blind date? That answer was all too clear, he wouldn’t leave me alone until I agreed, ‘Come on Tom, you got to get out more, live a little,’ he kept telling me. Marshal is, maybe was, after tonight, a good friend of mine. We have worked together since right after college. We were hired on at the same time, and trained together. I’m a little. The lady was saying to me that her name was Brenda and id get to know her as he always brings his girls here but he hadn’t been for months , I was shocked as she was picking out some outfits and passing them to me that wouldn’t cover me up the way daddy would want me to be.She took me though to the changing area to try these outfits on and I must admit I felt really grown up in them but at 15 was I meant to be wearing them?They all fitted perfectly so I got back into the jogging bottoms and. She must have done this before as she knew exactly how much tongue pressure to apply at exactly the right time on her outward stroke. “Oh god yes, Ally that feels so good baby.” I moaned softly. She began to quicken the pace, holding my hips as my cock passed through her soft red lips over and over. Her head pivoted slightly to create new waves of pleasure until I felt the first sensations of my building orgasm. My knees began to tremble as my orgasm rushed closer. “Ahhhhhh, Ally,. We had agreed not give our real names so I called him John. His wife came out of the living room and greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and a hand-shake. I called her Mary. She had short brown hair, small with a round build but sexy as hell in a low-cut sweater and jeansI knew they were experienced swingers and both bi from the messages we had exchanged earlier. I had never done anything like this before and there was no guarantee that they would take it any further once they met me in person..