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I guess it's best to just get into it. It was about 3 months ago. I found myself with a group of women after a bridal shower for one of them. It was her third wedding' so I really didn't see the point. After a sufficient amount of wine and with all feeling little pain, one of the women thinks it would be a good idea for everyone to tell their wildest experience in bed with a man. I have gone through this a couple of times in the past and know that it is a losing proposition. I knew better to say anything that would spark their interest so I told a story about being on my boyfriends parents' deck in the mountains of southern California having sex in the hot tub and running around the deck naked. They all yawned and awaited a better story from someone else. Mission accomplished.

I actually thought that was the real story of that evening. About two years later I learned the truth. It wasn't my boyfriends parents' deck, it was his fiancés parents deck.

Anyway, one by one everyone told some erotic story from their past. I raised my eyebrows on one of them. I kept thinking to myself how I would love to tell them a story or two that would blow their minds. I'm smart enough to know that it would be suicide. It would only be a matter of time before half of the county would know what I had been up to in the past.

I'm thinking that it was about 2010 when I found Tumblr for the first time. I was very intrigued about writing of one of these events and began to tell of a story from 1991 that still to this day' I will think about. It was difficult to write as I was and am, very busy. I guess I had completed a page or two when I noticed that I had 3 followers. It had only been a week. I continued to write and after a couple more weeks I was up to over 10 followers. I thought this was pretty cool and instead of just writing about that one time and stopping, I decided to write about another time as well. Long story short, I got up to I think 46 followers and I was loving my time writing about my liaisons and made it a point to find time to get to the computer.

Then one afternoon I was around some people I had known and one of them mentioned something about Tumblr and asked if I knew anything about it. I said, "no" and quickly changed the subject. All the time knowing that she had read my post and I was scared to death of everyone I knew reading them. We were all going out together later and on my way out to the restaurant', I stopped by my office and deleted the entire site. Several months later I found out that I had over reacted and it was only a coincidence that she mentioned postings on Tumblr. Actually, I found out later that she had a page on Tumblr.

It was probably a good thing that it happened as looking back on it now, I was very specific about my past and the actual names of people and places. It was not something I would want to get out. I am "somewhat" in the public eye on a local level. I wished I had a good girlfriend that I could confide in. My experience has been that whenever a woman can use something against you, they will. I would say that I am probably guilty of that also.

I decided that I would really like to tell a couple stories. It's just that it is so incredible what transpired over many years and I just can't keep it bottled up any more. For years I have thought about resurrecting my post.

I will tell just the minimum of background info so it makes sense. There are roughly 20 stories, but I will only tell about three of them. These are the ones that stand out most in my mind. I have a lot of test pages so I can keep them in order and should I want to go off on a tangent and write about something related to these events. I remembered the last time I did this the last page you posted shows up first and I am not a computer geek and have no idea how to stop that. So I posted a word or two on a few post and I will edit in my order.

It will take a while as I probably need the privacy of my office instead of closing my laptop every time I hear a noise.

             THE BACKGROUND, I'LL BE AS BRIEF AS NEEDED.

It was mid way through my final semester of college. As class ended and I was walking out, the professor asked if he could talk with me. I new him fairly well, I had him for a class my junior year and I worked in a vending booth with him during football season the previous year. We chit chatted down the hall on the way to his office and once there he asked of my plans after graduation. I told him I was unsure but wanted to get out for a year or two and then probably come back for a masters. That sparked his attention and he said it was easier to go straight through for my masters. Then he said that a colleague of his was looking for someone to help do research at a University and that while he was unsure if this school allowed faculty and staff to take a few classes for free, many do.

I was intrigued. He asked if it would be OK to send this professor a few of my papers and I said sure. I generally keep all of that stuff and took in a few the next day. The following week I received a call from the professor and we talked for a while, I thought I might be interested in taking the job. Then he mentioned the school. It was on the other coast. I told him I didn't think that I would be interested as all of my family and friends were in California. Two days later he called again. Two months after graduation I'm on a plane to the other side of the country, to a state I had never been to, a job that I didn't know what I would actually be doing, to an apartment I had not seen, and no transportation.

I was allowed to take 6 credit hours for free towards my masters and I figured it would take me two years to complete. After that, I would return home with a free masters degree in hand. So I figured it would be worth the chaos initially. Work and school at the same time was extremely challenging and my typical day was up at 5:30, be at work by 7:30, off work by 4:00, to class at 5:00, back home, study, go to bed. I was off on Friday evening and the weekend, but while not structured as much, I was usually reading or doing some type of home work.

 Around the middle of December I remember realizing I had not had a single date. I had met a girl in class that I did some things with. I never turned down an invitation from someone at work for dinner or the like. I had to make some changes the next semester. I made a call to an old boyfriend before I left for Christmas. It was a booty call. I met him 2 days before Christmas at his apartment. I was waiting for him as he drove up. We hugged and said hello in the parking lot and when we walked in, he closed the door and locked the dead bolt. He took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom. I don't think he said a word to me. I didn't care.

I flew out at the end of December and I was determined to not be so isolated this semester. I was making progress and one day I just got tired of this apartment. It was an efficiency, so basically a hotel room with a sleeper sofa. I went to the leasing office to see what they could do. For an additional $65 a month I could get a one bedroom furnished. I was a little hesitant about committing. Was it worth the $65 ? Then one of the ladies said that if I was interested they had an opening at the pool bar that was opening in a month. I didn't know there was a pool bar. They also had a private club with a dance floor, I didn't know that either. I was told that even though they only paid $1.85 an hour, the tips would probably pay for the extra rent.

They convinced me to try it and it turned out to be a breeze and I was able to read and study when it wasn't that busy. There was a choice of Bud or Bud Lite, white or red wine, and bourbon, vodka, or rum. If you wanted a rum and coke you got a shot of rum and an 8oz can of coke. Couldn't be easier.

My first Saturday I worked from noon till 5:00. I made about $20 in tips and I was able to read several chapters of my text book. Sunday was about the same. So the first weekend I almost paid for my upgraded apartment, not bad. It also got me out and around other people.

I met a really nice guy there. Not bad looking, but not super hot either. He was like 6'-4" and 160 lbs. Super skinny but you never saw him in anything that did  not look custom tailored. There was never a hair out of place. He was out of culinary school recently and was working as an assistant manager of a restaurant and also did catering on the side. Every Saturday he was there before work to have a drink. He became a really good friend.

As time went by and the weather warmed up, more and more people were coming to the pool and now instead of $10 salary and $15 tips I was putting as much as $60 a day in my pocket. The first thing I did was to buy a bike. I had been waiting at the bus stop for the school shuttle for months and I hated it. The bike really freed up time for me. Anyway, One Sunday afternoon a guy came to the bar, walked up, got a bourbon and water from the bar and walked out to one of the tables, took off his shirt, and sat in the sun. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. He was perfect in every way. There was not a mark or blemish on him and I actually thought he was the best looking guy I had ever seen in my life. The size of this guys chest ! I remember plotting my advancement on him. This was going to be my future husband !

I have always been a very conservative dresser. It is rare for me to ever show a lot of cleavage or any skin for that matter. However, He hadn't looked up once or glanced my way so I felt the need to make him notice me. I unbuttoned a few buttons from both the top and bottom of my blouse. I tied the bottom tails together to show my belly and opened up the top a little to show a little cleavage. I made an excused to go over to the storage room which was right off of the pool area and on the way back carrying some sodas, I made sure to make my boobs jiggle and bounce as I used my forearms to push them out. He did look briefly up at me then put his nose right back in his book. Normally if I had done that to a guy he would be drooling and would find an excuse to come speak to me. I've got 34d boobs and they are like Kryptonite to the average mortal. When I noticed that his drink was getting low, I made my way to his table to see if he wanted another drink. When he still didn't seem interested I figured he must have a girlfriend or something.

The following weekend he was back and did the same thing, ordered his drink and then off to a table to sit in the sun.

The guy that was the culinary graduate and I had become friends over the past couple of months and he invited me to his apartment so I could taste some of the appetizers he was preparing for one of his catering side jobs. I agreed and one Friday evening I went over and sat at the bar top while he worked his magic in the kitchen. About 20 minutes went by when I heard the door knob turn and in walked that great looking guy from the pool. I figured I was being set up with this guy by Steve. The guy comes in, says hello and walks straight to the TV and cuts on a ball game. I didn't understand what was happening. I eventually made a comment to him about the baseball game and he could tell I knew at least something about the game. He loosened up a little, but it was obvious he was not here to be fixed up with me. As I looked around the apartment I started noticing the décor and the male Greek figures and paintings. Then I noticed that the apartment was laid out very similar to mine, which was a one bedroom. I had to find out if the bedroom had one or two beds. By "mistake" I opened up the bedroom door instead of the bathroom door on the way to the ladies room. Just one bed. This explained why he wasn't turned into a bumbling idiot as I bounced my boobs in front of him. Eventually they admitted they were a couple and as time went by they became good friends and I would suspect we probably did something at least a couple times a month together. I still had thought that Barry was probably the best looking guy I had ever seen. I knew that given the opportunity I would sleep with him. I was that enamored by him. I don't think I would hit on him while he was living with Steve, but if they split up or something I could see myself letting it be known I was interested in a casual encounter. That was very unlike me, but he hit all of my buttons.

While they were out of the closet with me, they still were guys and they would hit on me relentlessly. They professed to both be bi-sexual. I did know that Barry had married his girlfriend from high school. That started to unravel when some guy gave him a blow job behind a dumpster while at the beach. I had also seen Steve's prom pictures.

I had been dating a guy, I had introduced him to the two of them and they both told me that he seemed like a "roamer". That wasn't what I had wanted to hear but it wasn't the impression I had gotten so I ignored what they had said. Things were starting to unravel a bit. The boys and I weren't seeing as much of each other. I was dating pretty steady and Steve had switched jobs while Barry's company had moved to the other side of town. They had decided to move to an apartment closer to Barry's new office. I had finally bought a car and one day I was asked by a few friends of go to the country bar and learn to two step. It was a pretty big place and when I went off exploring I saw the guy that I had been dating there with another girl. He had told me he was working that night. I didn't make a scene, I just found an excuse to leave and go home. This wasn't the first time I had a guy cheat on me. In high school my boyfriend and I were going off to college. While we weren't going to the same school, it was in the same town. We had decided that we would both lose our virginity when one of our room mates went home during the semester. He broke up with me the first week of school and then I later found out he had been seeing my best friend for several months. 

I went home to be alone and still rather angry decided to have a glass of wine. I killed what was left of the bottle then remembered I had some Rum in the cupboard. I was a little tipsy and was just taking in the scenery from the back deck. About that time, I heard the unmistakable sound of Steve's VW bug that didn't have an exhaust. I knew they were moving out and must have come by the grab a few boxes. I yelled out to them as our buildings were next to each other and decided to walk over after making another drink. It was quite obvious I had been drinking and they started in on their trash talking and sexual innuendos. I played along as they both took off their shirts. They started unbuttoning their pants and I told them they were not going to embarrass me. This actually wasn't out of the ordinary. We acted like this together all of the time while at home.

Long story short, there was a small clock on the bar top of the kitchen. It was 9:50. By 9:57 I was sitting up on the futon under the bar top with my pants at my ankle and my bra pulled up over one of my tits. It wasn't a threesome. When one of them finished there business, the other took his place. Without a doubt it was the worst mistake of my life. I guess I thought it would be my final chance to have sex with Barry. I just don't know what my reasoning was. Pissed at my boyfriend ? That was surely some of it. Months of listening to them tell me how they would give me the best night of my life. Seven minutes! Probably two minutes of actual penetration.

I went home and that was the last I saw of them. There phone number changed and I figured it was better that I never saw them. I had sworn off men for a while and then one day one of the girls that used to work at the leasing office said she was having a Halloween party. I had been a hermit for a while and figured I would go. I went as Elvira, the buxom vampire. I remember being introduced to a guy there that seemed nice and I thought he was nice enough looking. He left early then I went outside where I was told there was a campfire. The first people I saw was Barry and Steve. I panicked. I grabbed them and pulled them aside and asked whom they had told about our encounter and they promised that they had not told anyone. I had a lot of nervous energy with them being there and I went back to the kitchen and made a drink from the table of booze. Hours later I found myself at their new apartment. I rode with Barry as Steve drove my car back to their apartment. Once again I found myself on the futon with them. This time however I did manage to have a legitimate three way. It lasted slightly longer than the seven minutes previously, but it was still a disaster. I guess it was about 10 minutes this time of which I would guess only three or four minutes was having sex, well maybe five. I woke up early and found my keys on the kitchen counter and I let myself out before they woke. 

I was hung over the next morning but being Sunday I absolutely had to get to the grocery store for the week. I happened to run into the girl from the party that invited me and she asked if I was going to the lake with them. I didn't remember anything about going to the lake. It was November, it was overcast, then they said that it was the guy that I had met last nights boat. Still no idea what they were talking about. She ended up talking me into going and I had a good time. I vaguely remembered the guy. I didn't think I made a very good impression as I was hung over and also a little preoccupied thinking about what I had done with Barry and Steve. A few days later I was back at the grocery store as I hadn't done my shopping when I ran into the guy that we went out on the boat. He convinced me to eat dinner with him as there was a Chinese restaurant next door. I had a really good time, but once again neglected my shopping. I agreed to have a date with him that Friday and while it was early and we were looking for something else to do I told him that my apartment building had a dance club that was a private club. He walked me home and I asked him in. He ended up spending the night. He on the sofa and me in my bed. The next weekend I stayed at his apartment and before sunrise I had been laid three times. Each time was longer that the two boys combined. From that moment on we were inseparable.

Four months later I had moved in with him and it seemed like we were having sex every day. Wild sex. I had bought this wig at a consignment store and I used to wear it for him during sex. He would call me Babs and Babs was quite the nymphomaniac. I never turned him down for sex or really anything for that matter. I remember being 14 when my Aunt, her friend and a neighbor had come to our house. My mom ordered me out as it was none of my business what was going on. They started talking about their periods knowing that would get me out of the house. I snuck into the crawlspace and got under the kitchen where they were and heard every word they said. It seems that my uncle was cheating on my Aunt with a women that not only would suck his dick, but would also swallow. I got to listen to all of them say that they wouldn't do that and if their husband wanted his dick sucked he could suck it himself. It was quite interesting. Just sitting there I didn't see the big deal. At the time, only being 14, I didn't know exactly what was meant by swallowing, I figured it meant semen but I was a little unsure if it was a teaspoon or a gallon that came out. Anyway, I was not going to take a chance on my husband cheating on me because I didn't suck his dick. So this guy I was living with got no less than 3 blow jobs a month and yes he was allowed to cum in my mouth. I remember that he was traveling with a co-worker and their flight was late making a connection. They had no choice but to sleep at the airport and when he got in the next morning he was starved and too tired to sleep. I made him breakfast and when he started saying that he was too tired and couldn't sleep I took off his pants and sucked him off. He was sleep in 10 minutes. With the constant sex a baby was sure to surprise us and she did in 1989

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Charleston 1991

This is the one post that I have been thinking about rewriting since 2010 or 11. I really rushed through the background information because I wanted so badly to get to this post. I will not be able to post for a couple of weeks. That's OK. I'll slow down somewhat now and try to not leave out anything. I'll probably go back and edit some of the last post.

As I was saying earlier. My ex husband and I had a really kinky sex life. Then all of the sudden, he just didn't want to be married to me. I figure it had something to do with all of the changes of being a parent. I really don't think I ever turned him down when he wanted sex. I'm serious when I said that I would meet him at the door naked or in a negligee. Sometimes I would wear a wig. Anyway, I had planned on staying home with our daughter for the first 18 months. It didn't work out like that. I took a job with a couple that owned their own business making pumps for municipalities and industry. It had nothing to do with my major or the Masters I had gotten, but the pay was good and they were great in giving me the time I needed off for doctors and daycare and the like. I remember finally going to the attorney. His assistant did most of the background work and initial paperwork then I spent about 15 minutes in the attorneys office. He asked who my husbands attorney was and when I told him he butted in and told me that I should be aware that his attorney was notorious for hiring Private Investigators. He explained to me about opportunity and inclination and then he said if they catch me with another man I will loose the spousal support that I was really going to need until I could get a job that paid what I should be earning with a Masters. I assured him that I hadn't been seeing anyone and he said that opportunity and inclination was as simple as coming outside of an apartment and the guy grabbing your butt. He also said to watch what I said on the phone as for $30 my husband could go to Radio Shack and buy everything needed to tap the phone. Some type of a switch and a voice activated cassette recorder.

Something was going on at work. It was a small company of about 12 people. I had noticed a couple people coming in from time to time and having a closed door meeting with the owner. I didn't know what was going on but I had wondered if he was selling the business or something. Which wouldn't be good for me. One Monday afternoon, I was called into the bosses office, I was expecting the worst when he asked if I lived up the Interstate. I said yes and he asked if I could pick up a pump from a business before work in the morning. I thought it was odd that one of the drivers couldn't pick it up. Funny, as it turned out, the men that would come in from time to time were Private Investigators and they were there to make a case against the delivery drivers who had been taking long lunches while they were drinking and having a good time at the pool hall. Anyway, I later found out that it was cheaper to get the goods on them first, then fire them.

I dropped my daughter off at daycare and drove straight to the business to pick up the pump. I was early and plopped myself down in the waiting room and started reading magazines. Eventually I was told that there was a problem with the pump as an O ring I think wasn't seated correctly and it was going to be a while later. The girl at the window said there was an interesting grocery store down a few blocks if I wanted to waste time. I had heard the advertisements for it on the radio and figured it would be better than sitting here. I think by that time I had read every magazine they had in the lobby. I walked in and it was just a huge warehouse. Very few shelves, mostly boxes stacked up in the aisles. I didn't make it 50 feet down the aisle when I turned around and went for a cart. When I saw 19 cents for a box of mac and cheese I thought I would at least see what all was here. I had gone down a few aisles when I noticed the meat department and in the window were hundreds of sausages dangling from a rod. There was this one sausage at the bottom that looked just like a dick. I couldn't stop looking at it. As I had said earlier, I was told by the attorney, "no hanky panky" so I had come up with what I liked to call, "Date Night". My ex had our daughter on Wednesday nights and kept her overnight. That was my time to have a glass or two of wine and play with myself. Unfortunately, I had found my dildo on the floor of the living room twice. I figured my daughter had found it on the floor or somewhere in my bedroom and I couldn't take the chance on having someone seeing it when I had company. I ended up throwing it away. Well, when I saw the sausage, I found my new dildo. There were some prepackaged and after grabbing that, I noticed a sign saying wine and beer. I wasn't paying attention and coming around the corner I smacked right into somebodies cart. When I looked up to say, "sorry", I saw it was Steve. Then Barry popped his head from around the corner. I had not seen or heard from them in five years. I told them about the separation and they said Barry's company had moved to Atlanta and Steve had followed. They had dropped some stuff off at Steve's sisters house and they were headed to Charleston for vacation. They said I should come down for a night and all of the sudden in my best Southern Belle voice I asked about their intentions. They had ill intent on their minds and I said I would find a way if I could. I told them about the phone line maybe being tapped and said I would call them from work if I could.

When I got to the office, I was on a mission to find a sitter overnight for Friday. My first target was my boss and his wife. I started out asking if I could get off early Friday. I said I had an opportunity to see some friends at the beach, provided I could find a sitter. I thought I would let them offer to take her, rather than out right asking. They didn't bite and even said they had friends coming in. I wasn't deterred as I had several days to find someone.

When I got home that night all I could think about was getting to the beach and then I remembered the "sausage". It wasn't "date night" but I didn't care and once the munchkin was in bed I had a glass of wine and took both sausages to the bedroom.

The next day I was trying to contact anyone that I thought might take an overnight guest. It would have been easier if I could have given someone a few weeks notice. While it being Wednesday and my usual "date night", I had my fill the night before of the sausages and decided that I needed to get out. I hate shopping but decided to go to the mall to look for something beachy just in case I could find a sitter. I ended up stumbling into a sorority sister from college. The odds of running into her were a million to one. We both had moved 3000 miles away from California. She said that she was working for a big pharma company as a sales rep. I had to laugh, as lets just say she dabbled in some free lance pharmaceutical sales in college. She was the sorority house "go to" girl for speed at exam time.  Funny story, I was interviewing for a job position and I was told I would have to take a lie detector before I was hired. I was sweating bullets because I knew they would ask me about illegal drug use. The guy giving the test asked me if I wanted to say anything before the test and I said I did "black beauties" in college. He said, black beauties are caffeine pills and not a problem. I was a nervous wreck for a week before the test. Anyway, she followed me home and we sat around and had a glass or three of wine and I told her the funny story of the lie detector. She said that she had really good speed now and said that we should do just a little. I said OK and she took a pill container out and separated a pill in two and she snorted it right out of the pill. I said that I would just swallow mine and she said it would take a long time to get in my system and that I would be up all night. I ended up snorting mine also. In no time we were giggling and laughing and we both didn't shut up. Toward the end of the night, knowing that I was trying to get to the coast with some people she asked if I wanted to buy a pill for everyone. I had such a good time that I immediately said "yes". I think it cost me $20 for three.

It was now Thursday and I knew that I had to find someone to watch my daughter today or either I had to take her with me and take a crib with me. I was desperate. By 2 o'clock I knew I would not be able to go and taking her with me wouldn't be good. I was getting ready to call them at the hotel and let them know I couldn't make it. Then the girl at the front desk said my husband was calling and he told me that his uncle had died and asked if I would mind if he took our daughter as there was going to be a lot of family there.  Of course I said yes. However, I knew that somehow he had found out I was trying to go out of town and he was giving me the opportunity to hang myself. I tried to sound sincere about giving everyone my best and even asked where and to whom I could send a card. He gave me a name of someone I had never heard of and I had been with him for over five years. Well I knew he must have the private investigator on high alert. I had been an angel for over 7 months so I'm sure they were betting everything on catching me during this trip. I was told by several people that he wouldn't be able to tap my work phone, so someone that I asked to babysit overnight must have told someone that I was going to the beach overnight.

I decided to call his mother and give my condolences on their families loss. I was expecting her to say, "what loss". She thanked me and gave me the address to send a card. The "Uncle" turned out to be an old family friend and not family, that was why I had never heard of him. I went from shock to panic mode. I had laundry to do, tell the boss I need off early, go back to the mall and buy the sundress, and the white shoes that matches perfectly. Pack the sippy cup, bag cheerios, diapers, etc.  I was still a little concerned about the private investigators. I was absolutely sure that I did not tell anyone that I asked to babysit where I was going, I only said the beach. So no one knew what hotel or where. When I went in to tell the bosses wife that I did need off early I asked if she could get me a pass to go through her neighborhood on the way out of town. She lived in a gated community with security and if you didn't have a sticker or were not on the guest list, you didn't get in. That meant private investigators also. I had been to her house several times and she used to use a little known exit through the golf course maintenance lot. It was a way for the large equipment to get in for deliveries like sand and mulch. There was only one way in to the neighborhood, so if I was being followed, they were not getting in and I could go out the golf exit and they would never know. She called the guard house while I was there and gave them my tag number and name.

I was rushing around all night, I did go back to the mall and buy my dress and shoes. That through me back an hour. I was doing laundry, packing clothes, putting lights and the TV on timers so it would look like I was there. Packed my wig as a disguise. My mind was racing a hundred miles an hour. I had gas to get the next day, I needed to go to the bank so I could get cash. I didn't want to leave a paper trail with credit cards, I think I thought of everything, with the exception of clean under ware. I'll get to that.

I dropped my daughter off with all of her bags to daycare. Time dragged by the entire day. All I could think about was getting on the road. I had asked to get off by 3:00. For some reason right before I was closing down for the day, I started getting very paranoid about the container of pills I had bought a couple nights earlier. All I needed was a traffic stop and they find the pills and haul me off to jail. I know I was over reacting, but the thoughts got the best of me and I found myself going to the car to get the pills. I figured I would put them in my desk somewhere. As I was coming back in from the car, the boss sees me and calls me into his office. It never fails, I could not see him for days, but the one day I have an errand to run at lunch is the day he needs me. I don't know if his wife had told him about me taking off early. 15 minutes goes by, then 20, then ...his wife comes in and I give her the " Oh please help me look ". I went to my office, made sure everything was off, then flew out to the car.

I kept an eye in the rear view mirror the entire way to her neighborhood. I didn't notice any one and I went through the security guard house in no time. I headed straight for the exit at the golf course maintenance area. This was the place where all of the big trucks of sand, mulch, and the like came in for the greens keeper. I turned onto the road and there was never a car in back of me. I turned on the Interstate and I knew I was home free. An hour later I hit traffic, if my boss wouldn't had seen me, I probably would have sailed through that town. Anyway, I guess I went 20 miles in a little under and hour. From then on I was pretty lucky. I hit a little road construction in Charleston and when I called out to the cop directing traffic to ask for directions, he let me turn across traffic and told me how to get to the hotel. Luck was with me ! For all of the hassle of the trip, I was only about 10 minutes late. They were in the lobby waiting for me and they came over and gave me a hug. I explained to them once again about the opportunity and inclination thing. They said there was a place right down the road to get something to eat and drink. A little over ten minutes and we were walking through the door. There was a musician setting up and we scored the last booth.

We ordered a drink and chatted for a while. There was a lot going on with them. They were trying to buy a house, Steve had gotten a better job and no longer was working the nights in the restaurant. We all ordered dinner and I figured I needed to wash up and use the restroom. Going into the stall I brushed up against the door and noticed something was in my jacket pocket. It was the pill container that I was going to hide in my desk. After getting cornered by my boss I completely forgot about it as I rushed out of the office. I liked the "pick me up" it gave me a couple nights before and decided to do one of the pills.  30 minutes later I was feeling nothing and I thought that maybe the drinks and the speed were cancelling each other out.  I'll get right to the point, by my third time in the restroom I had done all three of the pills and was still feeling nothing. The thing is, I wasn't drunk in the least and figured that they must be reacting with each other. They started talking about another place they wanted to try and I was game. They wanted to go by the room and I wanted to get my backpack out of my car for the morning. We walked down the street and half way across the road, we noticed a car coming and we all ran to the other side. As soon as I hit the curb the pills hit me like a freight train. My body felt like jello and I was really in La La land.  I tried to hide my condition as best I could and think I pulled it off.

We got up to the room and Barry opened the door and me and Steve followed. Barry stopped in the middle of the hall and I heard Steve lock the door. All I remember saying was "uh oh" and I put one hand in front of me and one behind grabbing their crotches. Half a minute later they are ready to strip me down and fuck me. They were trying to pull my shirt and jacket off and I was not going to let them rush me to the bed and be asleep in 10 minutes. I had driven too far and had put much to much on the line for that to happen. I got down on my knees and continued to stroke them and lightly lick them. I had never been that horny in my life and without a doubt it was because of what was in those pills.

My guess is that it was cocaine, but I have heard it might have been MDA ?The whole time I was trying to keep them from pulling my clothes off, they were eagerly pulling off their own clothes. I guess I had rubbed and nibbled on them for a little over five minutes when they pulled me up to take my clothes off. Long story short, we spent 30 minutes on the floor in probably every conceivable position. Switching positions was all of my doing. If I thought either one of them was getting close to cuming I changed positions. After the floor we moved to the sofa, then the desk which was right in back of it. We did it there for a long time also. Then it got interesting. I had moved off of the desk as it was hurting my hip and moved back to the sofa and had one leg on the arm and the other on the ear of the cushion that goes around the arm. Steve was doing me from behind and I was really off center and had a difficult time keeping stable. Barry was at a loss on how he could get into the mix and he finally got on the sofa and had his head on the sofa arm and began licking me. He kind of put himself into a 69 position with me. Then he began licking the both of us. It wasn't so much of the physical pleasure that was getting to me, but rather the sounds of him licking us. It made me soaking wet, which only made the sounds "slurpier" and shortly after I came hard and long and just collapsed on Barry. I was exhausted and when Barry wiggled out from underneath of me. Steve grabbed me by the legs and Barry by my arms and carried me over and plopped me on the bed. I just laid there motionless and let them take me from both ends. I was so high I started to hallucinate and it felt like my consciousness was not confined to my head but was the size of a beach ball and there were these little yellow lights floating all around and then disappearing. Actually, it was like I was in a big snow globe.I was so in tune with what they were doing to me it was indescribable. I knew they were both about to cum inside of me. One of them came in my pussy and shortly after the other pulled out of my mouth and was about to cum on my face. I have like 2 big "No-no's". No anal and do not cum on my face. There was no way to stop the cumming on my face. I was so exhausted I couldn't even let him know that I didn't like that, I just laid there motionless huffing and puffing while cum was dripping down my face and out the other end. 

They both got in bed and I continued to stay where I was. I tried to sleep in the bed and crawled up in between them. A king bed is not meant for three people and I made my way to the sofa with the bedspread that was earlier pulled off of the bed.

THE NEXT MORNING

I was so wound up that I do not think I fell asleep till after 3:00am. Four hours later I am awaken by the drapes being opened and someone sitting and reading the newspaper at the desk right behind where I was trying to sleep. It was Barry and it was like he was purposefully being noisy. I pulled the spread over my head and a few minutes later I hear him say something like "damn" or something and then get up and walk out the door. There was something about the way he said "damn" that wasn't quite right. He was talking the night before about going to the farmers market and when he went to the bathroom at the bar the night before, Steve and I both asked, "why would he want to go to the Farmers Market" ? He doesn't cook. Then I got a revelation. Barry is very jealous. I thought that he might have intentionally been noisy and then abruptly exit the room so he would think he would be right back. I was interested to see if I might be right and even though I was buck naked I went over to the window and peeked out. Steve got up to use the bathroom and asked what I was doing. I said I was looking to see if Barry was walking to the Farmers Market. He said he probably forgot something and went down in the lobby. He had left the paper wide open on the desk with his coffee, but I felt that was staged.

No sooner had Steve gotten back in bed did I see what I was sure was Barry walking out to the street. I said that I saw him and Steve gets up to peek out the window also. He too was buck naked. We were both pretty sure it was him, but being on the third floor and a hundred feet away, there was a chance it wasn't. Steve was wondering why he got the paper and coffee only to immediately leave to the Market. I said I thought he staged it so you wouldn't be tempted to use "that thing" on me and I flicked my hand down toward his dick. I was only making a jester but I accidentally hit him on his penis. It startled me and I looked down only to see him standing there with a hard on. He had just come out of the bathroom to pee and he was hard as a rock. We saw Barry start to cross the street and I asked Steve why he had a hard on after he peed and with 2 fingers I reached down and pinched his dick. At that exact moment, we saw Barry stop and start to walk back toward the hotel. Then he stopped and turned around like he couldn't decide if he should go or not. He started walking back across the street and I grabbed Steve's dick again and I'll be damn if Barry didn't stop again and start to walk back to the hotel. Steve and I were laughing our asses off by this time saying he must have ESP and he knows I'm touching Steve. Once again he turns around and this time makes it all of the way across the street and continues walking away. I looked at Steve and reached out again to his dick, but this time I didn't swat him or pinch him. I rubbed him back and forth a couple times and then went over and laid on the bed. He came over and said if we are going to do this, it has to be quick. I agreed a hundred percent and I bet we were through in a minute.

I was only planning on writing about 3 events that I had with "the boys". As I was writing this one it brought back a lot of memories and I decided to write about one more. It was very amusing to say the least and the only reason I had thought about it was because later in this day in Charleston they had given me a nickname that kind of stuck. Then a few years later, I was frequently known by another nickname, which they also would use as a verb.

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The Nick Names

As I had just mentioned I had remembered one final thing about the Charleston trip. After Steve and I finished our "quickie" and Barry was at the Farmers Market, I had crawled back into bed on the sofa and fell asleep. When I woke up Barry was back from the Farmers Market with all sorts of goodies. The best of which was Pralines, although there were cookies and some other sweets. He had a flyer with him that he had picked up about a craft fair in Foley Beach. On the map, it looked close to where we were. I said that I would love to go and said I could be ready in no time. I got up once again buck naked and grabbed my bag and headed for the shower. I soon realized I had forgot to pack one or two things, my underwear. I had underwear from the day before but it was black and I had just bought a white sundress with yellow polka dots. There was a store across the street that I figured I could go and purchase something from over there. I was a little nervous about going outside. Not because I was thinking that there were Private Investigators waiting for me, but because when I was about 15, I was expecting something in the mailbox from my uncle.  When I heard the mail truck I went running to the mailbox in gym shorts and a tee shirt. My mom was waiting for me at the front door yelling at me because I went out without a bra. She was telling me that they would start calling me "Nipply Nancy or high beam Hannah" or something stupid like that. I was 15 and flat as a board. She had a habit of being at the wrong place at the right time. I had ended up packing a wig. It was the wig that my ex and I used when he wanted me to be naughty. There were a lot of times when I felt naughty and would put it on before he came home. I had brought it this time as a disguise.

 I was 99.9% certain that I was not followed but for some reason felt more comfortable if I wore it. The plan was that Barry and I would go to the store across the street and Steve would pick us up outside. It was quite the interesting walk to the store. I had never gone out without a bra, oh and I didn't have panties either. When we got to the store it was not open yet. When Steve pulled up, we got in the car and headed for the craft fair. Sometime during the show they said to me, "You look just like the girl from Peggy Sue got Married." The rest of the day I was known as Peggy Sue. Actually, from then on out I was referred to as Peggy Sue. Eventually when I got an email address it had Peggy Sue in the address.

We got back to the hotel and exchanged phone numbers. We said our good byes. When I got back to the house, It was like nobody knew I had gone out of town. A few weeks later I spoke with them on the phone. 6 months later I got a Christmas card and four months after that they called again and asked if I wanted to come to Myrtle Beach for a night the following month. I said I would get back with them, but didn't think I would go. I had been seeing someone and didn't think it would be appropriate. A few days later I started thinking about our night in the Charleston and as time went by all I could think about was just getting to the coast again. I bet for 3 months after our rendezvous in Charleston I had thought about that night every single day. About 2 weeks after I wrote 2 pages front and back about the entire experience. I decided that I would meet them down there and while nothing could compare with the year before, It was still incredible. The following year I agreed to meet them overnight again. We went back to Charleston.

ATLANTA 1995

In the summer of 1994 I had gone back to work for the University. I had been working on my Thesis for a while and was hired as a Professor. The Professor I had been under was leaving and he had contacted the school and told the school that I might be a good candidate for his position when he left. They gave me a year to complete my doctorate before I was a full fledged member of the faculty.

I got my yearly call from "the boys" in April and with the new job had to tell them that I couldn't make it this time but maybe we could do a weekend at the end of the summer. 

I had read an article about some new research that had been done and thought it might lend itself to what I was doing at the University. I asked my supervisor if he new anything about it. I explained why I was so interested and the potential I thought it had on my work. About two months later I saw where the guy was giving a seminar in Atlanta and a few other cities. I only saw Atlanta when I read it. I approached my supervisor and asked if the school would flip the bill for me to attend the seminar. As I was still very new, he stalled, but I wore him down in the end and he asked for my estimates on the cost. I was given my estimates back with most of the items scratched off. If I remember correctly they would pay $300. I submitted bills for twice that. They would pay for the hotel, no airfare but they would pay for my mileage to drive at so many cents a mile, and the cost of the seminar. No meals, parking, incidentals, etc.

At the time I had been seeing a guy for almost a year. He travel extensively and one night we were talking about my trip to Atlanta. I told him what the school was willing to pay and that I was being forced to drive while I wanted to fly. He saw what I had given to the school and he said that I should be able to fly and do everything for that amount of reimbursement. He got on the phone with the airline and then the hotel. By flying in a day early and staying over a Saturday night the flight dropped substantially. It would mean another day at the hotel but I knew I could probably stay with the boys on the Saturday. I did want to stay at the hotel the night before the seminar. I couldn't take the chance of coming in late or missing it because we had car problems or anything. Two nights with the boys would have been too much anyway. In the end I wound up out of pocket twenty to thirty dollars and I didn't have to drive.

I arrived at the airport early and was excited about the trip. Right before boarding a lady came in on crutches and sat across from me. We started talking and she was a retired teacher that had been visiting her grandkids and had fallen over one of them and tore something in her ankle. The boarding started and I had the seat right in back of first class so I was one of the first to board. After most of the people had boarded the flight attendant came up to a few of us sitting there and asked if anyone would be willing to change seats. Right in back of her was the lady on crutches and I would have felt bad if I said no. The seat I was in had a little more leg room than the seats with a chair in front. So off I go following the attendant toward the back. All the way back to like the third seat from the tail. The attendant said they would comp anything I wanted and I jokingly said, "like Bloody Mary's" ? Right before beverage service she came to me with a Bloody Mary. At the end of the flight she gave me an airport voucher worth $10. It took forever to get off the plane that far back and when I was on my way to find the hotel shuttles I decided to use the voucher and get another Bloody Mary. I knew if I didn't use the voucher it would go to waste. What I didn't realize at the time was the guy I had been seeing had gotten up early and had driven to Atlanta to meet me, I guess at baggage claim as a surprise. He had made my flight and my hotel reservations so he knew everything about my trip. Although he didn't know I had cancelled my Saturday night hotel reservation. That could have been a disaster. I found out about it later when I got home and heard all of the messages he had left on my answering machine.

Barry had gone into work to do a little and I took the shuttle to his hotel. He used the opportunity to parade me around as his girlfriend. He was not out of the closet and I had done this stunt with him before when he lived in my apartment complex. I went to their Christmas party and a corporate picnic as his date. That would have been 10 years earlier. After he had made sure everyone had seen us together we headed off to where Steve was working and we sat at a table in the kitchen. Steve was being his typical culinary professional and was giving us sample of this and that and of course letting us sample a lot of wine. Between the Bloody Mary's and the wine I could tell I was feeling no pain.

We were at their home in no time. They lived on the outskirts of the city and entering their neighborhood I could see downtown and easily count the floors of the buildings. They had been talking about a water park and also washing Steve's new car. He had gotten a deal on a 1975 Monte Carlo with around fifty thousand miles. He had always wanted a classic car and this one was pristine. I remember it had swivel bucket seats. That's another story that I wont get into. So the water park and car wash was actually in their back yard. Steve backed his car out of the basement garage and they had 2 black hoses attached to sprinklers on each side of the car. We were all in our bathing suits washing his car. The water coming out of the sprinklers was hot and we were having a good time talking and having fun in the water. Steve was up front taking a tooth brush to the front grill and I was soaping up the back trunk. Barry comes up from behind me and grabs my hand and says, "wax on, wax off". Some people will know that movie line but then he pressed up against me and I turned around and he was completely naked. Being that close to downtown it was secluded. They were on a flood plain as it was all woods in the back and being on a cul-de-sac offered some privacy also. The next thing I know he picks me up and puts me on the trunk and pulls down my bathing suit. Steve was completely oblivious to what was going on and all I could do is stare at the corner of the house waiting for the neighbor, or a delivery driver, or a group of Girl Scouts to come around the corner while he was fucking me. He calls out to Steve and that is when I hop off of him. I was not going to have a threesome in the back yard. We finished washing the car and went upstairs. Steve said we should do a shot. I knew what the shot was about. He wanted to put me over the edge so they could have their way with me. So by now, I had 2 Bloody Mary's, probably 3 glasses of wine at the restaurant and another glass at their house. The shot was not a good idea. It was called a "Coma" and it had a shot of cherry cough medicine, a shot of Bacardi 151 and 2 other liquors. It was like drinking candy but it made me sick and I asked to go lie down. I had been drinking since before 10 am and did not have anywhere near enough to eat. I laid across their bed on towels and passed out. A couple hours later I woke up and knew we were going to a friend of theirs new restaurant for dinner so I tried to get up and pull it together. I needed a shower and went into their bathroom and turned on the shower. There was a small stool in the corner and I put that under the shower head and sat down. I might had fallen asleep again. Next thing I know is the both of them are stepping into the shower with me. I'm still groggy and I have 2 penis at eye level. I ended up sucking them both off. They got out of the shower and after I had washed up I stepped out and they asked what was on my butt. I had been sitting on that stool for so long that the Cosco logo had imprinted on my ass. That's how I got my second nick name. CoCo butt. I guess the "S" was in my butt crack. That was the name that stuck and while Peggy Sue was used, CoCo was generally what they called me. When they had sent me an email, I would usually get a message on my machine asking if I had seen Peggy Sue. That was their way of asking me to call them back. It was great, if someone was there with me I wouldn't have to explain who was calling. They were looking for someone else.

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The Fishing Trip

This is a story that I included only because it was memorable. Not that there was freaky sex and so forth. So this would have happened in the late nineties. Barry, through his company, had gone on a company team building retreat to learn how to fly fish. It made a huge impact on him. He spoke of this trip a lot as this was what he wanted to do in retirement. Have a lot of cabins on the river and manage them. He had worked for this company that manages hotels and commercial property ever since I had known him, so it would be something that he has a lot of experience with. After telling us about it for years, he had made reservations so we could all see what he had been so excited about for so long.

It must have been in between semesters as I remember driving to the mountains on a Thursday. I was going to meet them in a small town at a grocery store and then follow them to the fishing cabins. I was there on time and within minutes they pulled in also. I was only staying overnight, but they would be there for a couple days and decided to go to the grocery store to get everything they needed for a few days.

I let Steve drive my car and follow Barry through the winding roads. It was easily 25 minutes on the back roads before we pulled into the cabins. There was an old brick ranch that was also the office and Barry went straight in while Steve and I walked around the area. Barry was taking his time in the office and so after awhile Steve and I walked in to see what the hold up was. The older lady with Barry said she would be right with us and we said we were with him. That was probably not the right thing to say. She looked a little puzzled and somehow she got on the subject of her late husband Jeremiah, or Ezekiel, or Bartholomew , or some biblical name had built these cabins and he was a good Christian man that would not approve of the three of us shacking up in one of the cabins. I couldn't believe what was happening. Barry started saying that he reserved the rooms as a double with three ocupants. She was not budging on her stance. I am usually really good at thinking on my feet and I said, "Steve and I had slept together for most of our lives and that our parents even have a photo on the wall of us sleeping in the drawers of a hotel dresser when we were babies. She looked at us for a while and then asked if we were brother and sister. I said, "not only that, but we are twins". You could tell she was uncomfortable, but eventually said that it would be OK and she would send someone over with a cot. She mentioned she was going down the mountain to see her sister and that Franklin would be around if we needed anything.  I had only known one other Franklin in my life.

Well, we all finally got into the cabin and all and all it was not a bad place. I still couldn't see how the drainage ditch that was in back of the place had any fish in it. There was a fire pit out the back door and of course the pyromaniac Barry was drawn right to it. Before long we all had a drink and were sitting at the fire. Off in the distance about 200 feet away was this older man sitting in a golf cart peering at us through the woods. After a few minutes we all decided that we would wave at him and as soon as we did he drove away in his cart. Five minutes later he is in the campground a couple cabins away and once again he is looking at us, this time he has a rake so as not to be so obvious about keeping tabs on us. We figured that had to be Franklin. He puts the rake back up and then starts taking firewood from the stack at that cabin. Ten minutes later we hear the golf cart come to the front of where we were staying and he comes around the building and drops a load of wood in the firewood stack and walks back to the cart. He doesn't say a word or even acknowledge we are there. Then he goes a couple cabins up and starts raking in the back yard. It was obvious he was keeping an eye on us and eventually we all started referring to him as "Egor".  He was an older man that was hunched over and it kind of fit. It was real early and Barry said he was going to go fishing and try to catch dinner. Steve and I decided we would go with him. We all fixed another drink to take with us.

I still could see no way that any fish could live in that little creek, especially something that was big enough to eat. There were about 10 cabins on the creek and I would guess they were spaced 100 feet apart. After about 45 minutes of watching Barry, I was out of my drink and Steve and I went back to make another at the cabin. We saw a sign that said Office and we took it back. When we got up to the cabin you could tell Egor had been there as the fire had been hosed down and the area raked.  Inside was the cot that the lady said she would send over. By this time I had 2 large drinks and was now a little pissed off that Egor was obviously keeping an eye on us. I told Steve, if he is keeping an eye on us and watching our every move, I'll give him something to see. I decided to put my bikini top on. We started back to where Barry was with our drinks. We heard a car going over the gravel and figured that was the lady driving out. Being on my third drink, the more I thought about her insinuating that I was a floosy sleeping in the same cabin as two males, I started getting a little pissed off. It's not that I'm an angry drunk. One of her remarks during our discussion was that "it just doesn't look right".Eventually I started referring to her as "Frankenbitch" and by the time Barry was ready to call it quits, without catching any fish I might add, I was angry as Hell. I know it was the alcohol. The creek was like a big horseshoe that went around the property with three "spokes" that were walking trails that led from the creek to the office. There were vending machines and ice in back of the carport. Walking back to our cabin, we were on the trail that cut in back of her house. We had seen Egor cutting the front yard of her house earlier and I could hear a lawn mower across the street. I looked over and saw it was Egor. I assumed that was his house. I noticed the car was gone and figured that was who was leaving down the gravel driveway. Without much thought I pulled over to a picnic table that was right off the patio of her back door. I dropped my pants and bent over the table.  We had just walked around the whole campground and it was obvious we were the only ones staying there. As long as I could hear the mower in the distance I figured we were safe. Within minutes I was completely naked and bucking and bouncing all over the picnic table. I was begging them to shoot their cum on me. When they were finished I didn't get dressed but picked up my clothes and walked the 150 feet naked to the cabin. I went straight to the hot tub and pulled up the cover and hopped in.

By the end of the night I had made sure the boys had defiled me in every square inch of that cabin. I bet we were in the hot tub for an hour and if Egor was anywhere around, I'm sure he got an eyeful. Even though the lady said she cooks breakfast in the mornings we took both cars to the town to grab breakfast. I left from there afterwards.

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Las Vegas

I'm thinking it was 2004. We had managed to hook up once a year since 1991. I could have never guessed it would have lasted that long. If I had met a man that I was sure was the one, it probably would never had lasted so long. I got a message on my answering machine asking if I had seen Peggy Sue. That was my cue to check my email that I only used for them. Barry was going to Vegas for a convention and Steve was going out with him. The dates hit perfectly with me schedule and it would give me an opportunity to see my parents that lived in southern California.

So I said that I would only write about three times with them out of the 20 or 21 times since 1991. Without a doubt, this is the wildest time that I ever had with them. Maybe this is the horniest I had ever been with them.

I had told them that I would be arriving in the early afternoon but I had forgotten about the time difference. I want to say that I was there by 10:00am. When I got to there hotel they were ready to explore. Most of their activities had been planned and they had not really gotten out and explored. We walked and walked in the 100 degree heat and after a few hours we decided to go back to the hotel and spend some time by the pool. We took in a flask of something potent and basked in the sun. I should have eaten better and I was trashed. It was approaching dinner time and we got cleaned up and went to grab a bite. Someone had told Barry about a show that was off the strip and the two of them wanted to check it out. We got to this not so great side of town in a business/ warehouse area and spotted the place. I was glad to see valet parking and we walked in to this place that I didn't really know what to expect. By the time we had gotten in, Barry had dropped a lot of money on a membership and parking.

We walked into a strip club. It was nice inside and it wasn't as uncomfortable as I thought it would be. Luckily there were large groups of women and many couples also. Still, there were naked women everywhere. Not topless, naked ! Fifteen minutes later we have our overpriced drinks and the lights dim. The naked women on the counters and in the cages that go up and down vanish. The lights come on over the stage and some guy comes out walking a girl in a cat costume. She's on all fours and after a while of her purring and rubbing up against him as she crawls in between his legs the music comes on. Then for five minutes or so they are dancing together. Then she hiss's and claws at his shirt and his shirt pulls off. Now I know why the boys wanted to come see the show. It reminds me of seeing Barry the first time at the pool. This is Vegas, there are great looking guys everywhere trying to make a buck. This guy was hot ! They continue to dance and then somehow her clothes are off and they continue to dance then he is in back of her and he bends her over and he takes his pants off and at the time I thought I was witnessing a live sex show. My eyes were wider than they had ever been in my life. Eventually I saw that while he looked naked he had a sock on his dick. So the live sex show was not actually a live sex show. However, it sure fooled me. The lights dimmed and the naked women came back out as well as some guys now. The stage is being reset and we get another drink.

We stayed for 4 and 1/2 acts and then left. I had sat there taking it all in and I might not had even blinked. This one couple on stage I would have sworn were on stage having sex. He was on top of her and she was screaming out. It was incredible.There was a line that stretched around the building by then and after the valet brought us our car we all just sat there and didn't say a word. They had rented a small car and I sat in the back as the both of them are over six feet. Actually 6'2" and 6'4". When we got through the first light I unbuckled my seat and leaned up between them and said they needed to get me to the hotel fast. I think in unison they said that is where we are going. I was dripping wet. I had never been that horny in my life. When the people got off of the elevator and we were alone I attacked them. I was informed that there was cameras in the elevator. I'm sure security kept a good eye on us going to the room. Usually I am the last to get my clothes off. I started ripping my clothes off as soon as we walked through the door.

They flew out the next day and I got my rental car. You know how Al Bundy always had his hand on his junk ? Another old TV show. That was how I drove the entire way to my parents. It really was like a live sex show but without the penetration or the cum shot. I'll never forget it.

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Hummmmmm

Ok, so I said I was only going to write about three times with the boys. I am going to keep that promise. I think I added another time, but I was brief. I always wondered how our time together ended up lasting for 21 years. I might add, in 2012 the boys fell off of my radar. What happened I don't know. It was a year after I spent Christmas with them. The same year, I broke up with my boyfriend of 11 or maybe 12 years. In a way it was a rebirth. In a way I believe somehow that both of those events happened for a reason.

After a lot of thought on all of this, I had some thoughts. Looking back, it appears that I chose boyfriends that were non-committal. I also seemed to choose men that were also unavailable. I'm talking about men that traveled a lot or had jobs that kept them away.

I am pretty confident that if I had not met the boys at the beach in 1992, I would never had seen them again. A few weeks after Charleston I got a phone call from them. A few months later I got a Christmas card and sometime in April they called and asked me to come down to the beach in May. I asked for the dates but really didn't think I would go. I was seeing someone and while it was never said that we were exclusive, it felt like it. About a week after their call, I was walking across the street and rushed to the sidewalk to beat a car that was coming toward me. All of the sudden I remembered running across the street with the boys in Charleston. Then I started thinking about being with them that night. I had hidden a couple of pages of notes about that night in an old lamp of my grandmothers. Within a couple of days I had gotten the notes out and read them. By the time I had finished reading everything I was thinking I was going to meet them for a night at the beach. I called them about a week out and told them I was coming down on Friday and I would take off work early. They said I should bring Peggy Sue. So I ended up bringing the wig. The craziest part of that night was I wore the wig to a Bar/restaurant and they came in later. We roll played that they picked me up. It ended up being a really wild evening at the room. It was a pretty wild morning also.

I ended up meeting them again in Charleston and again in a town called Georgetown, that was south of Myrtle Beach. They had heard of public oyster grounds and wanted to give it a try. We had all gone to the docks to rent a john boat when they were told the season was over the week before. I figured we were there toward the end of May. Instead of getting a John boat they opted for the less expensive canoe and we paddled ( they paddled ) through the marshes. We started going up this small little creek that was in the marshes and when we hit the ended of the creek I let them have their way with me in the canoe. I had been in the center of the canoe the entire time and ended up getting on all fours ever the center seat. It was stuff like that which really made me anticipate our visits.

So while I'm done writing about the boys, I'll tell you of a pretty good story that happened after everything fell apart. It was 2000 or 2001 and I had gone to a Christmas party. I was single again and went just to get out, not searching for a man. During the night I kept hearing this really loud guy that was very annoying. He would be around several people and then he would laugh loudly, then everyone would laugh with him. Eventually it got to the point that I left the party, mainly because of him. The next morning instead of making coffee, I decided to go to the restaurant that was within walking distance to my house and get some coffee. I had a ton of errands to run all over town. I grabbed a small table to get my game plan for the day when all of the sudden the loud guy from the party is at my table saying, "What's up Doc?". Then he laughs and sits down. I tried to be cordial for a moment but then got up and said I was in a hurry.

I had a few different places to go and one of them was the hardware store as I had a leaking toilet. I had never fixed a leaking toilet but I was determined not to pay a plumber to come out. I was walking around trying to find the toilet repair isle when all of the sudden I hear in a loud voice, "What are you doing following me?" Then laughs loudly and starts talking to me. Well I needed help and I told him my problem and he walks me over and shows me what I need and told me how to fix it. He offered to help me with it, but I declined.

An hour or so later, I am at the grocery store to buy the premade cookie dough for a Christmas party for my department at school. I'll be damn if he wasn't their again in the grocery store. By this time I figured he was harmless and when I told him I had to make cookies he was appalled that I was going to take that to the party. He said that he had been in school to be a pastry chef and he was almost there when he walked past the metal arts building. The following semester he was in welding and metal working classes. He said that he could help me make the cookies and help me with the toilet repair. I needed help so I said OK.

Long story short, the boy could bake. We had some wine, then I think it was "Rudy" that came on the TV and we both said we loved the movie. Before long we were on the sofa watching the movie quoting every line and laughing. I don't know what happened, I hadn't had that much wine. We started making out and then we were on the floor having sex. I never, ever in my life, just met someone and had sex with them. He left shortly after. I didn't even know his last name, nor he mine. A few days later there is a letter in my mailbox from him. He went into a lot of detail about his life and that he was surprised about what had happened. When I read the letter the only thing I could think of was that song, "Tears of a clown". It made sense all of the sudden on why he was always laughing. It was a very traumatic life. No, you don't get it, it was a very traumatic life. He left his number and I called. I had a date with him, then two, then twenty. He was much different than any guy I had dated. Long hair, no real formal education. Worked with his hands. We were always on the verge of separation. I was a little embarrassed of him around my faculty friends. He had a hard time reading long or unusual words and I'm sure my friends wondered what I was doing with him. I wondered also. We did fun stuff together. He had horses and a motorcycle. The good thing about him is that he lived 30 minutes away from the school. I lived across the street from the school. The big bonus is that he went out of town in the summer to festivals for about 2 1/2 to 3 weeks. That gave me the perfect opportunity to continue my playtime with the boys. After about 11 years, it finally fell apart. We had never lived together, We had Friday through Sunday and Wednesday night. I had Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday to myself. It was great. Once again, you can see how somehow I attract these guys that are distant. Both physically and emotionally. We had been broke up for about three months. My daughter was home from college and one morning she said that she ran into my ex. She asked if he had gotten married. It turned out to be true. It was hard to deal with after a little over 11 years with someone and then they are all of the sudden married after 3 months.  I know I just started rambling and didn't stop. However, that reminded me of another good story that is somewhat humorous. I'm going to start another post for this one.

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Mr. Right

After rambling on and on, I remembered a story. It was 2010 and my long time boyfriend and I had been together for about 10 years. We would have a blissful 6 months then we would be angry or fighting with one another. I was actually surprised that it lasted as long as it did. Some of our longevity centered around the fact that he was gone for sometimes 3 weeks in the summer. That made it very easy to get out of town to see the boys. Anyway, without getting into a lot of detail it was a couple weeks till Christmas and I all of the sudden found out I would be alone for the first time in my entire life ! While if the sudden circumstances had happened to me, I would have done the same thing as my boyfriend. That didn't matter and I put the blame straight on him. A week and a half to Christmas I decided to call the boys and let them invite me for Christmas. I didn't want to be alone, I spoke to both of them and dropped lots of hints. They got the hint and invited me. I did tell my boyfriend I was going down to Atlanta. I left it at that.

I couldn't sleep Christmas and I was out the door and in the car way before 5:00am. I was at their house a little after 9:00am. Luckily they had moved from downtown and were now on the north side of Atlanta somewhere off of Jimmy Carter Blvd. They put a Bloody Mary in my hand and we climbed in the Monty Carlo and went to spread Christmas cheer. I was drinking hard but luckily was eating appetizers all day also. We got back to their place and they had a gift for me. I had gotten them a gift also as I knew they had recently just moved into their new place. They had gotten me a negligee that was not something that your would lounge around in. It was see through and lets be honest, very slutty. They said the one that I had was over 20 years old and needed to be replaced. It was over 20 years old and I think I brought it every time I came to see them. I didn't necessarily wear it every time I saw them. It was a very conservative negligee not meant to turn anyone on. I was surprised at how similar the one they gave me was to the one I had. The color was almost identical and the cut and length was almost identical. The major difference was that with theirs my nipples and pubic hair was in plain sight.

I modeled it for them and it stayed on for about 5 minutes before they were all over me. I ended up staying for two nights which I had never done with them. Typically I would be on my way back home in between 18 to 28 hours, depending on if I got their at night or in the morning. I left after lunch on the 27th. When I got home I had to figure out where I was going to put their negligee. My boyfriend of course had seen my negligee and if by chance he stumbled upon it, I would have some explaining to do. Seeing how my closet doesn't have a light, I decided to put it where I used to keep my other one. On a hanger way in the back.

About 14 months later we broke up. After I had found out that he was indeed married I decided to take a drive and clear my head. Oh yeah, we'll get back to the negligee. About an hour north of town I saw a sign for a private university that I knew of, but had never been to the campus. I took the exit and found my way to the downtown section. The campus was all around the downtown. I went in and out of all of the stores and when I was running out of stores on the strip I walked up to the corner and looked to see if anything else was around. I saw a Catholic church not more than a hundred yards away and figured I would go inside to see if it made me feel any better. I opened the doors and could smell paint. Part of the vestibule was roped off with wet paint signs. I made it inside the church and went over to the back right and sat in the last pew. Not five minutes had gone by and I heard a door from inside the church close and footsteps coming toward me. It was the Priest and he said something to me but I didn't understand what he said. I smiled at him as he walked by. Five minutes later he comes back and said something about confession had been canceled. I didn't know what he was talking about but smiled again at him. He was just about to start walking again when he stopped, sat down beside me and said that we can do confession here. I had been to confession one time in my life and that was when I was in Sunday School. I might had been 10 years old ? I was going to say no when he started praying and then he asked when my last confession was. I shocked him when I said 40 years ago. I was stuck and all I could think about was someone coming in during my confessing. I was rambling just as quick as I could when I got to the part about the boys. The Christmas with the boys had weighed heavily on me. I was drunk all day on Christmas and then had sex that was very....let's say not lady like. I think we had sex twice the next day. Anyway, if it had been any day but Christmas....I would have been OK with it. So I told the Priest that I had been drunk on Christmas and fornicated with two homosexual men. I immediately started saying that I wasn't a bad person and blah blah blah and somehow said that I would never commit adultery and blah blah blah. I finally stopped and shut up. He didn't say a word. Then he said something that to this day I wish I could remember. It was something like it is easier to go from the light to darkness but more difficult to find the light from the dark. I can't remember, then he informed me that adultery was any sex outside of marriage. I had thought adultery was having sex with a married man. He gave me my penance and when I got out of the church I did feel better. I'm sure he was shaking his head when I left.

I felt so much better that the next morning, which was a Sunday, I decided to go to church. It was within walking distance of my house. Being the not that great Catholic, after communion I am walking out the door while everyone is standing and walking back to their pew. I decided to grab a cup of coffee at the restaurant on the main street. As I was walking in the door I felt someone grab the door and hold it for me from behind. I waved at the owner whom I have known for years and asked for a table. I headed for the restroom. When I came out, the owner, with menu in hand led me to a table. There was a guy sitting at the table. I was stunned at first and then the guy said that he was a bad Catholic also and he walked in right behind me. He informed me that he didn't bite and being a nice looking guy, I sat down. Not two minutes with him, I knew it was Devine intervention. We sat and talked for 20 minutes before ordering and afterwards strolled around the downtown together.  He was also a professor, but in another college of the University. I gave him my phone number and that week we met for lunch at a middle eastern restaurant. I was scared at first, but it was actually very good. We attended a auction for the school together a couple weeks later and by that time I was ready to spend every waking hour with him. I know now a lot of that was because my ex was already married. He had kids and didn't want to introduce his children to women right off the bat. I was the same way and understood. Luckily, my daughter was in college and that wasn't as important anymore. He had two girls in high school and felt that they were impressionable. He didn't want to parade lots of women in front of them. It was difficult for me, as I was having to wait till every other weekend to physically see him. Actually, that was not all that correct. We did try to meet up at least once a week. We were both busy. However, when we were together, he was not coming on to me like I was wanting. I would give him hints like once we were walking down the street and it was a little chilly and I ducked into a store front entrance to get out of the wind. I was faking the chills hoping he would put his arms around me to warm me up. Nothing. I would confide in a girlfriend of mine and she told me that maybe he just needs a friend. Not what I wanted to hear.

One evening during the week, I got a call from him. He said he had forgotten some stuff in his office and was having to drive all the way back to his office. He said he was planning on watching his favorite reality TV show and now he would probably miss it. I told him I was sitting around with a glass of wine in my pajamas watching TV and he was welcome to watch it at my place. He said OK if it wasn't going to be an inconvenience. I was not sitting around drinking wine in my pajamas but sitting around grading papers. I got up and ran to open a bottle of wine, to put on some pajamas, hide the papers from class, etc.  My Micky Mouse pajamas were nowhere to be found. Finally, I get to my closet and I am going through everything to find something that even closely resembled pajamas to put on. I'm going through my drawer and then I see my negligee. Definitely could not wear that. All of the sudden the doorbell rings. I grab the negligee and put it on. I knew I could put my robe on over it and all would be OK and it would still appear that I was not doing anything of importance.

I open the door and let him in. He gives me a quick hug and then kind of stumbles with his speech and starts to apologize for intruding on me. I guess he thought I was ready for bed or something. He says he should probably go and that we can try to do something later next week. I told him I was OK and then he stopped and said that he needs to be honest with me. Usually not a good thing to hear. Then he says that he likes me but that he doesn't know how to act around women, he had only 2 girlfriends his whole life and that his marriage was a disaster. He didn't know if he should put his arm around me or hold my hand and that he was a complete mess around me.

I told him that I was not sitting around drinking wine in my pajamas and I told him the story of running around the house trying to get ready for him. I told him that I was grading papers and that I wanted him to come over. Then I told him that if he wanted to, he could kiss me. I'm thinking that it had been 7 or 8 weeks since we had coffee after church. In the time we had been together he had given me a peck on my cheek once and kissed me at the door several times when he was leaving, but nothing ever that would say, "I want you". That's it. He did come and kiss me kind of passionately and I remember thinking, finally ! We started watching his show on the sofa and at every commercial we would kiss a little more. By the 3rd or 4th series of commercials we were making out like high school kids and the robe that I had put on was constricting me like a venomous snake! I guess every time I would twist to be able to kiss him, the robe was twisting tighter around me. Towards the end of the show the robe was twisted around me so tight I couldn't take it anymore and while we were making out again, I got up, cursed my robe, let it fall to the floor and straddled his legs so I could get to his lips easily. I was so worked up by him. I got up and grabbed my robe when I heard the show was back on and sat back down beside him. When the show was over, he said he needed to get back and I immediately went to bed. I went in the bath to get ready for bed and hung my robe on the hook. That's when I noticed that the negligee I was wearing was the one the boys had given me for Christmas 2 years earlier. The one worn by more French whores than all others combined. I had forgotten all about putting it in the closet in place of the other one. I gave him enough time to get home and I called his apartment to apologize and tell him I was in a hurry looking for something to wear and I'm not trashy or something. He acted as if he hadn't paid attention and that he didn't notice anything. It made me feel better but I knew otherwise. When I went to pick up the robe off the floor, I didn't kneel down and pick it up, I bent over and got it. So a fifty year old with D-cups bending over in a see through negligee and he didn't notice anything ? I'm sure that was a sight.

Sometime during the next week he called me and said there was a festival in a town about 1 1/2 hours away and asked if I wanted to ride down there with him. He said we could leave at noon and we should have plenty of time to see everything by the time it was over, which at the time I thought was six o'clock.

I asked if he wanted to go earlier as there was a town with lots of antiques on the way and I was looking for an old roll top desk. As I think I mentioned, he got his kids every other weekend and two weeks had gone by since our make out session. It was difficult waiting that long to see him, although we did always meet for lunch on Tuesdays and had a date on the Thursday before he got his kids. Still, suggesting that we also shop for antiques would buy me a few more hours with him.

After an unsuccessful day looking for a desk we rolled into the festival at about two in the afternoon. By the time six o'clock rolled around we were both exhausted from being on our feet all day and were about ready to start our ride back. Then we noticed a big sign about this band from "our era". I think it was Three Dog Night or Stepenwolf or some band like that which was playing that night at the festival. The festival was not over at six like we thought and we talked about staying but that would put us coming back home at midnight or later. I suggested we could get a hotel room and that I would split it. We found a cheap room 10 miles away and decided to stay. I told him about the story of the confession and the priest and that I couldn't sleep with him. He was fine with that and getting a room with two beds made it easier not to be tempted.

We got to the hotel at about 10:30 and luckily we were able to get a couple tooth brushes from the hotel and he had bought me a T-shirt of the band to sleep in. We were all snuggled up in our individual beds when I got up to use the bathroom. I didn't see any harm in the two of us sharing a bed so when I came back out I blurted something like, "I can't remember which bed was mine". He moved over and opened up the covers. I crawled in backwards and made my way over for him to spoon me. We both did pretty good for a while resisting temptation. Then he started nibbling on my neck. We started making out again and before long he was pretty well established on second base. I wouldn't have stopped him if he wanted to go to third, but he didn't.

The next morning we both were up early. We both teach 7:00am classes so it is hard to ever sleep in. He said that he was going to take a shower and I was debating it also, but without a good brush and long hair, I was thinking I would just wash up in the sink. I was at the sink when he went into the shower and I told him that if he needed me to wash his back to just knock on the wall. I was still washing up when he opened the door and said he was ready for me to wash his back. I was a little caught off guard. I wanted him to say something like that, but I didn't think he would. It took me a while to decide what to do. I wanted this guy so badly. I stripped down and went in the bath. I told him to close his eyes and got in and went straight to him and buried my head in his chest. I don't think he thought I would do it. We just stood there under the water with our arms around each other for what seemed like an eternity. Then we were kissing and touching and grinding into each other. When he went back to second base with his lips, I reached down and started stroking his dick and he headed for third base. I let his fingers penetrate me but had to pull away before I got to worked up. I pulled him toward the middle of the tub, I pulled the shower curtain up a little and sat on the edge of the tub. I pulled him closer to me and began to give him a blowjob. I heard him moan and was quickly told that I was doing that at my own risk and shortly after he was screaming and cumming in my mouth. I think it took about three swallows to get it all down. I had wanted his cum in me for a long time. Being a professor I know better, however, I have always had this feeling that if I swallow a man's cum then part of his body becomes part of my body and that somehow we become physically connected. Probably not the case but you never know.

After that morning everything changed ! Thanks to Bill Clinton I did not have sex with him. So I was still okay with the adultery thing. We began seeing each other more during the week and he was much more affectionate towards me. So another funny incident I remember. It was a Friday afternoon and it was a weekend that he had his kids. Which meant that I wouldn't see him for a while. He texted me in the afternoon and asked where I was. I told him I was in the dungeon. That was my lab and office. My office had no windows and my lab which was about 20 x 20 had two vent well windows that were like 1 foot by 1 and a half feet way up at the top of the wall. He came over and I gave him the tour and we walked into my office where he immediately pushed me up against the wall and started kissing me. I was pretty hot and bothered and knowing I wouldn't see him for days I was wondering what was going to satisfy me. I still wasn't fucking him but every other weekend we were having slumber parties and doing anything and everything but having sex. I thought I would give him a blowjob in my office as nobody ever comes down there. I get on my knees and pull out his dick and start to suck him when I get this weird feeling. I got up quickly and told him to get his pants up. A half a minute later there are two knocks and the door is pushed open. It was the head of the department. No one had come down to that lab unexpected in years! I introduced the two of them acting like my boyfriend was a colleague and the two of us were in my office strictly on business. My boyfriend left and I told him I would be in touch in a very professional voice. The department head only needed me briefly and when he left I texted my boyfriend to meet me at my house if he wanted me to finish him off. I ripped off his pants as soon as he walked in.

I think it was the following weekend during one of our slumber parties when we were messing around before going to sleep.  We were talking about birth control during a lull in our fooling around. He said he had a vasectomy. That solved that. We started back to fooling around and I got on top of him and was grinding my pussy on his dick. I was soaking wet and somehow his dick slid in me and I pushed down to get it in all the way, then got off of him and did it again. That was about all I could take. I had done real well for probably 15 weeks but now I couldn't take it any more. If he hadn't had a vasectomy I probably would have made it a few more weeks. I jumped off of him and laid down and literally pulled him on me and begged him to fuck me. He jumped on me and stuck it in as fast as he could. Not being used to sleeping with each other I bet we woke up 3 or 4 times that night and each time he was back on top of me.

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This will be tough

If anyone gets this far, I could just about assure you that this post and probably several more in front of this needs to be proof read and edited. Once I get going I get focused on one thing only. I'll get to it in a few weeks. I want to continue to write but I don't know what to write about. There was a time that I remembered all of these liaisons down to the last detail. I had every single one written down and stashed away inside my grandmothers lamp. I met this guy and could not take a chance that he would find them on day. Not that he would go through my house looking for them. More like he would knock over the lamp and they would all come out. I remember taking each of them and reading them one winter, then throwing them in the fire one by one. I remember lots of the details of many of them. I want to write about more of them and I think I will start to write and see if it jars my memory. After I wrote about going out on the canoe during the unsuccessful oyster hunt, I remembered a few more details. I told about going down one of the creeks and ended up fucking both of them in the canoe. Well, we didn't go down the creek with the intention of finding a place to get in the "backseat". It started out at the marina and because we weren't going to go to the oyster grounds they decided to get a canoe instead of a motorized john boat. Our intent was to paddle around for the fun of it. Their intent was to go search for oysters, they were both real excited but was told at the marina they were a week late. We took a cooler and a charcoal grill with us and we were looking for a place to sit out in the sun and cool and chill. About an hour into the paddle we came across a beach that was tucked up in the marshes. It was obviously well known as there were several boats beached at this location. Everyone has there beach routine and after a while I went for a walk through the area and the boys did there thing. Barry got out his fishing pole and Steve got the grill ready and sat in the sun. We all hooked back up after an hour or so. We all got in the water and played around. We were feeling each other up under the water. I would go under the water and put their dicks in my mouth as long as I could hold my breath. We tried to do it inconspicuously in the surf. It didn't work very well and there were people around with kids. We had lunch and got back in the canoe. By the time we saw the small creek we were all a little horny after playing around in the surf. We had all been making sexual innuendos ever since leaving the small beach. When we got to where we were very private, it was inevitable that they would come on to me. The sea grass was thick and tall enough to hide us. I felt like we were pretty secure so when they started to come on to me, I let them. By the time we got back to the main channel, the wind was blowing so hard we could not paddle back to the marina. We had gotten to the side and were holding on to the reeds to keep us from getting blown back further in the channel. Eventually we flagged down a john boat and he pulled us back to the marina.

There was another good little story about being in Myrtle Beach. I would suspect it was the late 90's. I had gotten up at around 4 in the morning. I couldn't sleep. I was wide awake and decided to leave the house and head for the beach. I was in the car by 5:00am easily. They had left a key at the front desk for their room. I lightly knocked and crept in as quietly as I could. It was a nice room and from the front door could not see them. It was a suite with an extra room. The bedroom door was partially closed and in the sitting room where I was I noticed two half empty wine glasses, 2 empty bottles of wine, and another bottle that was about 3/4 full without the cork. All of these things indicated to me that they had rushed off to the bedroom to get frisky. Obviously very late if it was around 9:00am and not a peep from them. I didn't want to wake them so I sat on the sofa and began to read the coffee table book about the area and things to do. I kept looking at the open bottle of wine and even though it was still breakfast time I poured some in one of the half empty glass. I hadn't eaten and one glass turned to three. When I went to the bathroom that was next to the kitchenette I noticed a monogrammed hotel robe. What the Hell, I took off my clothes and put it on. 10:00 and they were still not up. I had finished the wine and I was horny. I thought about going into the bedroom and jump in bed with them. If they were straight guys I might had done just that. However all I could think about was that both of their dicks had been up the others ass. I wasn't going to go near them with out a full sterilization. I heard a sound from the other room and I walked in and told them I was from the hotel and was here to help them with their shower. It took some persuasion as they were still half asleep. Side note on this hotel. They were on one of the top two floors. That was reserved for VIPs and they had access to the roof top pool and there was a special happy hour at the pool for anyone staying on one of the top two floors. Barry was able to score rooms like this because he was in the business and I imagine returned favors with the hotels his company managed. Anyway, the thought just came to my mind.

So this suite had the standard bathroom like the one I had been using in the living area and one off of the bedroom. I couldn't believe the bathroom when I walked in. I actually found a picture of it that if I am able to figure out how to download it I will post it.

When I first went in it I loved it. I couldn't believe that hotels had baths like this. I later took a picture so if I ever did a bathroom remodel I could pull out the photo. After the wow factor was over I started to change my mind. There was no place to hang towels, no wall space to hang a picture, and everything was white. Obviously being a hotel the towels were white, but at least they could have painted the walls with a color. I can see four reflections of me in the photos. Those are the black blobs that I scribbled out.  If I would have taken a photo from right in front of the tub you would have seen about 8 images of me. From the front, side, and back.

When we got out of the shower I think we all noticed that at the same time. With all of us standing naked in front of all of those mirrors the boys started acting up and putting me in poses. Seriously, I could see my reflection from every angle depending on where I was looking. Next thing I know, we are going at all over the place in there. It's wild watching yourself get fucked, especially by two guys.