Tuesday night, as the week before, my husband asked me if it was ok for him to go and have a few beers with his pals, John and Peter, I told him it wa...s ok, that I'd call over to my friend and have a glass of wine or two, he had a shower and dolled himself up, he smelled like a fucking perfume factory when he came out of the shower, this was no few beers with the boys I thought to myself, but said nothing, off he went, and I phoned my friend to come collect me in her car, we were like to private. ." I thought to myself, but I just kept dancing up on him. His hands started getting a bit frisky at this point. Usually, this made me nervous as I never knew what to expect when they end up brushing over my package. Tonight, however, I didn't care all that much at all. In fact, I didn't try to hide it at all. My bare ass was practically rubbing against him with my legs wide open. About 10 minutes into dancing, his hands finally found my cock. He didn't seem surprised, though. He just kept on. In hindsight, it was obvious, but at the time and based upon my relative inexperience, it meant little to me at the time. I thought we were waking Megan up and she was being a good sport, or maybe that she just like to watch. However, after a couple of weeks of watching, Megan started making strange comments whenever Diane was out of earshot. It started with little comments, but then escalated to comments like, "You know I'm not a virgin, right?" and "If you were my boyfriend, you wouldn't. I put the sheet in frontof me and read of the gibberish, under my breath so noone would hear. "Just think," I thought to myself, "ina few moments you might be the prettiest girl inschool." I finished with the gibberish and the girl?sname was on the tip of my tongue, when without warningmy door was opened and someone came in. Because I wasso shocked, and in such a compromising position, Iyelped out the person?s name, sealing my fate. Thefinal word I ever spoke as a male, hell, as ateenager was,.