Maybe she wasn’t ready. Or was she? Maybe. Maybe not. It was hard to tell.Biting her lip, Jane looked between the two guys.This might not have been her original plan for after-work activities, but she wasn’t too disappointed. Maybe not disappointed. No, she was more nervous than anything else. There was a fluttering in her
My First Try at a Three-Way
This story is a fictionalized account of a true story. The names, dates, and places have been changed to protect privacy.I was in my first year at a large state university. My hair was red, including the hair around my balls and some light red hair on my stomach. I was 6 feet tall and