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Candy & Lace

Chapter 2

by The Razor’s Edge

I arrived at the office at about 9:10. It was Friday morning. I’m a manufacturer’s agent. Smaller businesses that can’t afford a regular sales staff contract me to promote their goods and services and generally look after their customers so they can concentrate on the prime purpose of their business, whether it is manufacturing, importing or whatever. I have about 75 clients.

As I walked in I greeted Diane. She’s my 23 year old assistant, receptionist, accountant and babysitter. The babysitting part comes with my innumerable tirades of ill temper when things go wrong. I’m the worrier, Diane is the pacifier. I blow off steam, Diane sooths the situation. She’s the Ying to my Yang. We’ve worked together for over three years and during that time we’ve become a well oiled machine. She runs the office and me; I run the clients. Her desk is in a small reception area and I have a private office, mainly for privacy.

Diane is very tall, about five feet ten inches, and very slim. I doubt if she’s over 110 pounds. She wears her pitch black hair page-boy style. She very seldom wears make-up and if she does it’s just very dark, almost black lipstick. She’s not beautiful by any means but she does have a pretty natural face. I love her freckles. They’re all over her nose, cheeks and upper lip. They make her look younger. She’d pass for 17 or 18 easy. Because she is so slim she basically has no curves. Her hips narrow very little, her breasts are indistinguishable and her legs are simply long and slim. Diane’s eyes are her most endearing feature. They’re a beautiful blue-grey mixture. They seem to sparkle all the time. When she looks at me I melt into a heap, even after three years.

I’ve often speculated to myself about Diane’s sexual orientation. I always assumed she was straight, but I’ve just had a hunch that she may be gay, or at least bi-sexual. She’s talked about boyfriends from time to time but without enthusiasm. She talks about girlfriends too sometimes but not in a sexual way. Because of the fact that it’s just the two of us in the office there is really no gossip to speak of and I’m really not the type to engage in idle chit-chat with a 23 year old, especially about her sex life. But I do wonder sometimes.

Diane is extremely efficient so I pay her pretty well. Why not? She masterminds the place and she pumps me up when I feel down. She makes me laugh when I’m sad. She is up most of the time and she’s fun. And she’s sexy. If truth be told I like her not only because she’s efficient but because of her long, slim body, her dazzling eyes and most importantly, her tiny tits. I wonder if she knows how attracted I am. If she does she doesn’t let on. I’ve never pursued it.

Diane walked in my office with a file folder. “Johnson again,” she quipped. She tossed the folder on my desk. “Just can’t get rid of that guy.”

I looked at her. “He calls you all the time ‘cause he’s probably after your bod.” I tried a chuckle but I was tired from last night. Besides, my straight life had been turned upside down. My secret perversions have been revealed for the first time to both Lace and Candy, and maybe even Marcia and her mom. I couldn’t be sure. Things were sure different this morning. I did feel freer, though. I think I realized now that life is way to short. It was time to let my hair down a little. Who the fuck would care if I flirted with my young assistant? You’d never know what would happen unless you tried.

Diane was silent for a second. “Yeah, right; like I’m Brittany Spears, or something. You grumpy today? You seem a little preoccupied.” She could always read me like a book. I probably looked like how I felt. Who wouldn’t? Fuck, what a night!

I tried to be cheerful. “Nope. Long night, last night, that’s all. A little trouble with Candy. You know, 11 year old stuff.”

Diane looked at me and smiled. “You wanna talk about it?” Once in a while I’ll run stuff by Diane about Candy. She’s closer in age, a girl, and doubtless understands the workings of the mind of an 11 year old girl better than me. At least Diane has another perspective on things and it’s good to talk to her once in a while. She doesn’t seem to mind.

“Okay. You got a few minutes?” I asked.

“Sure. Johnson can wait for the sales figures. Like it’s not as if he’s going into the poor house or anything.” Bob Johnson was one of our better heeled clients. Diane sat down across the desk from me.

I suggested we move over the sofa to be more comfortable. She agreed. We sat on either end. Diane will sometimes wear a mini-skirt to work but after last night I was glad it was pants today. I was getting too horny too fast these days. I didn’t need the distraction. She crossed her legs, leaned forward a little waiting for the latest episode in the ongoing saga of father and soon to be teenager. Diane was a good listener. Her crossed leg started to move ever so slightly, rocking back and forth. Now I was really glad it was pants today.

“Shoot, I’m all ears. Give me all the dope,” she chuckled. I smiled and thought to myself that Diane is sure easy to talk to. There was no way I was going to tell her the whole story of last night of course.

I started out gently. “It’s kinda personal. Hope you don’t mind,” I warned. She just nodded. “Last night Candy said the word ‘tits’. Both Lace and I never heard her say it before. We were surprised and didn’t know how to take it so we said nothing. We didn’t want to show our surprise to her. I guess I don’t know where to go from here. I think she was trying to challenge to us. You know, wanting to be older than she is; always raising the bar.”

Diane laughed. “Kids, eh?” She was still smiling. “But geeze, Jim. even when I was in 6th grade the girls said words like that. Lighten up, man. Little girls talk like that all the time. She probably didn’t want to say it in front of you but it slipped out. It’s no biggie.” She was silent for a second, thinking. Her voice changed, slightly lower, curious. “What context was she using it in, anyway?” Hmmmm, this is interesting, I thought. Diane seemed really interested.

I lowered my voice a little too. “Well, she … ah, she has this little friend, Marcia, who is more mature than Candy; older; a grade higher in school. Candy said that Marcia was wearing a loose shirt at school yesterday. Candy had the opportunity to look down Marcia’s shirt and saw her little boobs. She actually said, ‘I saw Marce’s tits down her shirt today. I wish I had a pair like hers.’ Both Lace and I didn’t know what to say. We just … ah, just said something to the effect that she would very soon and left it at that.” Me, tongue-tied? I didn’t believe it. I was telling Diane a lie of course, but I wanted to ease her into the conversation. It was a good way to start the story.

Diane uncrossed her legs, re-crossed them the other way and leaned back a little. She was thinking. She unconsciously started playing with the top button on her shirt. I watched her fingers a moment and then looked up. She was smiling. I wanted her to unbutton it. Fuck, I wanted all the buttons undone. Why was I so horny all the time now? Her leg continued to rock.

Her expression changed a little. Her eyes narrowed. “I think the word ‘tits’ is not the problem, Jim.” She thought a minute, apprehensive. “Ah … can … can we talk adult to adult?”

I really wanted to hear what she had to say. Yeah, I wanted to talk adult to adult with her. I tried to put her at ease. “Sure. Why not?” I told her. “That’s what we are, kiddo … adults.”

She thought a second. She looked directly into my eyes. “Good. I’m glad we can talk. I really like no holds barred conversations.” She smiled. “I really don’t think words like ‘tits’ are all that surprising from an 11 year old. Maybe when she starts coming up with words like ah … ‘cunt’ and ‘cock’ and ‘fuck’ … ah … then you may have a little problem you need to talk to her about.”

This was incredible. I was a little shocked by her language but tried to recover quickly. Fuck, I liked it when she talked dirty. It was a turn on. My cock was growing harder. I’d never heard Diane use dirty words before. I was quiet for a second. I wanted to know all about her sex life now. I wanted to ask her all kinds of sexy questions. She was so matter of fact. She was challenging me. I didn’t know how to reply. Her eyes dropped to my lap. Was she staring at my bulge? I hoped so.

I would’ve liked to jump her bones and fuck her silly right now; right on this sofa; but I knew better. I smiled at her to make her more comfortable. I glanced at her rocking leg, then up to her hand, still playing with the button on her shirt. I looked directly at her chest where her tits should be but saw no rise in the material at all. I recovered and settled down a little.

“Yeah, you’re right as usual,” I chuckled. I could tell my voice has raised a little. It showed my reaction to her words. I thought for a second. Maybe I should challenge her a little too. What would she do? “Maybe we should start using more adult words around the house. After all I have to admit that Candy’s not a kid anymore. Even at 11 her little tits are starting to bud. Her legs are starting to shape up nicely. Her little ass is perfect. She’s going to be a beauty, that’s for sure.” Had I said too much? Was I giving my secret thoughts away? What would be her reaction with my talking about Candy’s little tits and ass? I glanced at Diane’s chest again, then at her face for a reaction. Without my realizing it she had unfastened the top button she had been playing with. Her hands were now in her lap, her leg still rocking.

Diane smiled at me. Her hand went to her hair pushing in back slightly. Was she flirting? “She’s lucky,” she started. “I remember when I was her age I hoped my tits would get bigger. I waited and waited but nothing ever happened. Now I’m just stuck with these tiny things that are supposed to be tits.” She sounded a little disappointed but still sultry. She thought a second, forming her question carefully. “Ummm, have … have you ever seen her little tits, Jim?” she asked quietly, with apprehension.

I openly stared at her chest again. Did I have the courage? Could I tell her I loved little, tiny bumps? Hers; Candy’s; all of them? I didn’t want to be embarrassed. I need full strength. I looked at her and smiled. “Yeah, I have,” I admitted. “They’re really tiny and pretty. I love the rosy, little nipples.”

“You’re lucky to have her,” Diane said. “I’d … I’d like to see them too. I’ll bet they’d be nice to … ah … play with.” Her mouth had a little, crooked, devious form to it. She was almost thinking out loud but not embarrassed. My cock was rock hard.

“They are,” I admitted carefully. God, how far should I go?

Diane leaned forwarded, really interested. I could almost see down her shirt. Her leg continued to rock. Her eyes were wide. “You’ve played with them? You lucky fuck. You’ve played with your little girl’s tits. Oh man, that’s fucking cool.”

It was all coming out now. Diane was anxious to hear more. She didn’t mind. It was still a little uncomfortable telling all but I was horny.

“Have you … ah … ummm … played with her little … ah … pussy too? It’s okay, Jim, I won’t tell a soul. Please, I kinda need to know. Really, I find this conversation really … ah … stimulating, if you know what I mean.” Yeah, I did. Her cheeks were turning a little red. She was getting horny too. It was obvious. Diane may be into little girls too. Now I needed to find out.

My voice dropped. “You bad, Di,” I chuckled. “But … ah … yeah, I did,” I admitted. “Last night, in her room. I played with her tits and slit. I kissed her. She liked it. At least she said she did. She’s so fucking sexy and perfect. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Oh, man. Did you … did you fuck her, Jim. Really. Please tell me. I don’t mind. I need to know. Did you?” Diane’s eyes were as big as saucers. She turned redder. I could tell she was really into this. I knew she wouldn’t tell a soul. It would be our secret.

“No, she’s too small. I didn’t want to hurt her. I still love her deeply. I just needed to feel her little body.”

“Oh, man, this is fantastic,” Diane confessed. “Tell me. Did you at least kiss her little … you know … her little pussy? Did you lick it; put your tongue inside? Oh fuck, I need to know. God, I’m getting horny just thinking of you licking that little slit. Fuck.”

“Yeah, I did, baby. I fucking kissed her little cunt. I fucking kissed and sucked her little asshole too. Ummm … it tasted so fine. She’s so sweet.”

“Oh, god,” Diane moaned. She leaned back on the sofa. She looked down at her chest and then back up to me, smiling. Her hand slowly went to her chest. She began to run her finger over her nipple through the shirt. I was mesmerized, watching her.

“I like watching you do that,” I told her quietly. I watched her play with her chest for a few seconds. “Are your nipples really hard?” I asked quietly.

She glanced up at me. “Yeah, they are,” she admitted. Her voice was sultry. “Your story has me fucking horny.”

“Yeah? Then why don’t you put your hand inside your shirt and play with your fucking little tits while I watch. I’d really like that. It would be really sexy.”

“Jim, you’re fucking naughty. You want me to play with my fucking tit right here in the office while you watch?” She again looked down at her hand. “To do that I’ll have to undo a couple of more buttons on my shirt. Is that okay, Jim?”

“Yeah, do it Di. I’d like that.”

Again she smiled. Her fingers went to the buttons and she unfastened them, all the while smiling at me. Then her hand snaked under her shirt. She started playing with her bare little tit. Her head went back and she closed her eyes. “Ummmm … this feels good. I love playing with my tits. They’re so sensitive.” I scooted over to the middle of the sofa. I just had to see. I couldn’t help it. I pulled away the material of her shirt, just enough to watch her fingers rub over her tiny tit. Her nipple was huge. It was very dark and fully extended.

“And I love watch you do it, Diane,” I told her quietly. “It’s so sexy. You’re tits are fantastic. I love tiny tits. Yours are just a little bigger than Candy’s. Ummm … so nice.” She turned her head towards me and opened her eyes. I leaned over and kissed her. She kissed me back.

“Fuck, Jim, your story is way cool. I love the part about you licking her little ass. I really need to jerk off. You’ve got me soooo fucking horny.” Her other hand was now on the inside of her thigh. She was caressing her thigh through her pants. Every so often she would finger her pussy through the material. “I love jerking off, especially when someone watches. Would you like to watch me, Jim? Would you like to watch me finger fuck myself? I’d love to do it for you.”

I leaned over and kissed her again. “Yeah, baby, do it. Fuck yourself while I watch. Run your finger in and out of your fucking cunt, baby. Play with your clit while I watch.”

She smiled. “I didn’t know you were into this stuff, Jim. I love to masturbate. It feels so good.” She simply stood up, unfastened the button on her pants, pulled down the zipper and slowly started to pull them down. Her black panties came into view. I was still rock hard, mesmerized by her skinny, long body; her wet panties.

She started teasing me. “You want my fucking pants all the way off, boss?”

“Yeah, all the way, baby.”

She stepped out of the pants slowly; seductively. “You do the panties, baby. Take off my panties, Jim. Look at my fucking cunt,” she commanded. Her voice was throaty. I put my hands under the elastic and gently pulled them down. Her gorgeous cunt came into view. It was completely shaved. I was on my knees. I pulled the material down to the floor and she stepped out of them.

“You like, Jim? Is my fucking cunt nice? Kiss me like you did Candy. Eat my fucking cunt, baby.” She spread her legs a little and looked down. Her finger slowly traced up and down the slit. She had no hang-ups. What a difference in generations, I thought. Diane didn’t mind showing me her sexuality.

“Kiss it, baby. Kiss my fucking cunt. Tongue me, Jim. I want you to eat my fucking cunt you horny bastard.” I couldn’t wait. Her labia were wet. The smell was incredible. My lips went to her cunt lips, my tongue traced the slit. The taste was beautiful. My lips clamped on the organ and I sucked, trying to get as much of the sweet nectar as I could. I glanced up and smiled at her. She had her shirt completely unbuttoned and was playing with both her tits.

“Get up Jim,” she commanded. I stood and reached for her cunt. I ran my finger through the damp folds. “I’m going to sit on the sofa and jack-off Jim. Why don’t you join me? It’s lots of fun.” She reached out and grabbed my cock through my pants. “Why don’t you haul it out and we’ll jack-off together, baby?” She again sat on the sofa. This time she draped a leg over the arm, exposing her cunt lips further. Her hand gradually went from her out thigh to her inner thigh, then to her clit. She began massaging. Then her finger went inside and she began to pump. I couldn’t stand it any longer. My hand went to my zipper and pulled it down. I unfastened my belt, pulled down my underwear and exposed by rock hard member.

Diane looked over to me. “Nice fucking cock. Mmmm … and uncut too. Her hand stopped in her cunt as she watched me pumping. “That’s it Jim. Jack-off for me. I love watching a guy jack his prick.”

I had to press the issue. “I like you watching me, baby. Mmmm … this feels good.” She reached over and felt my organ. I needed to know. I turned to her, still pumping. “I want more, baby. I want you to suck it just like I wanted Candy to suck it last night. Ummm … I’d really like a fucking blow job.”

“Take off your clothes,” she commanded. “Lie on the sofa. I’m going to blow you, baby.” I quickly got undressed and lay down. In a second she was on top of me sucking my cock, moaning. We were in the 69 position, her perfect cunt and ass right in my face. I began to lick and probe with my tongue. My finger went to her tight little asshole. I felt it. It was perfect. I tasted my finger. She was sweet.

“Ummm … I like that, Jim. Fucking play with my shit hole again. I really like my ass played with. Oh fuck, this feels good,” she shrieked. Again she went back to my cock. She was licking and sucking. I wouldn’t last too much longer. Fuck, the talk about Candy and now this was almost too much.

“I’m going to cum, Diane. Do you eat cum, baby? Do you swallow? Can I cum in your mouth, baby?”

“I do it all, Jim. I love everything about sex,” she told me. “Do it, baby. Fucking let it go. Cum in my mouth while I suck. I want to taste you.” Again my mouth went to her tight little ass. I licked and probed. Then I could feel the cum start up my cock.

“Here it comes, baby. Here comes my load. Eat it all, baby. Swallow it all. Fuck! Aaaaaah.” I began to pump and pump. Diane didn’t miss a beat. I could feel my discharge enter her mouth while I continued to suck on her shit hole. I never wanted to leave that beautiful ass.

Finally I was spent. My hard on started to recede. Diane continued to lick as it shrunk, cleaning all the residue from the organ. She turned and looked back at me. She smiled. “I want more, baby. Can I get some more sometime? You taste fucking marvelous.”

I chuckled and winked at her. “Maybe you and Lace and I should all get together and talk about it. Are you able to come for dinner tonight? I think Lace would like to … ah … talk to you about us and her and Candy too.”

“Oh, man, that would be sweet, baby. I’d love to come. I want to, baby. Ummm … just thinking about Candy’s little tits and ass is so appetizing. I can hardly wait!

Diane has been to our house for dinner many times. She and Lace get along great. Candy and Diane are almost like sisters.

“I’ll let Lace know,” I told her. “Come at about six-thirty. I’ll let Lace know. We’ll have fun!”

“Great! I’ll bring the wine.”

Diane got up and kissed my prick once more. “I don’t want to get dressed but I guess I have to,” she signed. “I love being sexy.” She put on her clothes and walked to the door. I watched her every step. She stopped, turned and smiled. I was still lying on the sofa, totally naked. It was the sexiest smile I had ever seen from her. She left my office. I picked up the phone.

“Hi, Lace. Everything okay?”

“Hi, babe. Yeah, everything is good. Just a little tired. You kept me up too late,” she giggled. “What’s up?”

“I was talking to Diane this morning a little. Is it okay if she comes for supper tonight? Tomorrow is Saturday so it shouldn’t be a problem if it turns out to be a little late.”

Lace’s voice immediately showed concern. “Don’t tell me you told her about last night, Jim!”

I tried to ease her down. “No, no, babe. We just had a little conversation about different words 11 year old girls use at school but not in front of their parents,” I lied. “You know Diane sometimes has a better handle on Candy than we do. I appreciate her input and she may have some good ideas. What do you think?”

She was calmer now. “Whew. Okay, dinner is a go. It’ll be great to see Diane again. Tell her wear something sexy.” Lace giggled. “I’m still horny from last night. I’d like her little tits.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, right. I’ll just walk in there and tell her to wear her shortest mini-skirt, no bra or panties and a see through shirt.”

“Oooh, that’d be cool. I dare you,” Lace giggled.

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? She’d bust my chops.”

Lace’s voice was teasing. “Oh, I don’t know. She’s a sexy little thing. Maybe she’d surprise you.” She was definitely trying to push my buttons. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “You know what I’m wearing?”

Okay, I’d bite. “No. What? Tell me.”

“I’m wearing my robe. I’ve got it open and nothing on underneath. Right now I’m running my fingers through my nice soft cunt. I think I’m going to finger-fuck myself. You wanna watch, baby? My little tits are showing. My pussy is nice and wet, baby. Do I make you hot, Jim?”

That’s exactly what I needed at 9:30 on a Friday morning, phone sex with Lace in the office.

“Yeah, baby,” I whispered. “Do it. Run your finger over that beautiful cunt. Feel how nice and soft it is. Spread the lips a little. I think I’ll take my cock out right here and jack myself off right in the office while you play with your tits and pussy. Maybe Diane will walk in and suck my cock for me. Ummmm … her head would go up and down on my shaft soooo slowly.”

“You’re fucking bad, Jim,” she giggled. Of course Lace didn’t know what had gone on in the office just a few minutes ago. But this was fun. “Why don’t you just go into her office and grab a feel baby? You’d like that wouldn’t you? You’d love to run your fingers over those little tits. Wouldn’t it be neat if you could just walk in and ask her to show you those little fucking buds?”

My prick was getting hard now. “You know if you keep it up I’m going to have to go to the washroom and jack off for real, baby?”

“Save it, Jim. I want you at full strength for tonight.” She giggled again. “Are you coming home early? Ah … to help make supper?”

“Okay. I’ll be home by 2:30, baby. See you then,” I whispered in my sexiest voice.

Bye, sexy,” she whispered, “and no jacking-off until I can watch.” I hung up the phone. How things had changed. This was super fun except for the fact that again I had a raging hard on and promised not to relieve myself. I looked up. Fuck. Diane had left the door to my office open. Shit. I hope she didn’t hear anything. That was my first reaction. My second, well … I hoped she did. The rest of the day I kept looking at Diane’s chest making my stares as obvious as I could. She kept smiling at me.

When I arrived home Lace was in a good mood, but she was also a little concerned. We sat at the kitchen table. Lace’s voice was a little shaky. “So what are we going to do about Marcia? I’m not worried about Candy but Marcia is another problem. What if she tells Brenda and Mark? We could be in big trouble.”

I was matter of fact. “That’s the danger, baby. But like I told you last night, it won’t happen. Don’t worry about it. Brenda’s look and smile when she picked Marcia up last night gave her away as far as I’m concerned. It was like she knew what was going on. It was as if she approved the way Marcia was dressed. I think she knew something was up. I also think she knew it was more than an innocent game. I could be nuts but she just got this look on her face. I think she wants to have fun too. I’m almost sure of it. I’ll bet if Marcia told her mom then Brenda would want to be part of a fashion show too.”

Lace thought a minute, pondering. “Yeah, Brenda does have this aura about her, doesn’t she? She’s kinda sexy too. Hmmm … maybe I should try and make a pass at her.” Lace giggled again. “God, that little mini was sexy Marcia was wearing last night. And her long legs! Fuck, I’m horny again.”

I reached down under the table to adjust my hardening cock. “Yeah, I know. Marcia’s really cute. But now we better start supper. Diane will be here at six-thirty.” We were making supper, both in deep thought.

A thought popped into my head from nowhere. It was time to test Lace again. “Lace. Have you seen Jessica Malcolm down the street lately?”

“No, why?” she replied innocently. Then a knowing look came across her face. She smiled and shook her head. “You pervert.” She was grinning at me. I grinned back, stupidly.

“I caught a glimpse of the kid on the way home yesterday. I saw her on her bike from a distance. I wonder how old she is. She was wearing a short tee and short shorts. Fuck, she’s a beautiful little girl.”

Lace was shaking her head, still realizing how perverted I was becoming. “I know. I think she’s just turned 12. Marcia and Candy aren’t enough for you?” Lace chuckled.

“They are but I’d like to try and seduce Jessica too.”

Lace was quiet for a second. “You’re getting right into this, aren’t you, baby? Pretty soon you’ll want to fuck every 11 or 12 year old in the neighborhood. This is going to fun, isn’t it, Jim? You know, I’m still scared but I love the danger. You fucking Jessica would be a turn on for me. You are bad, bad, bad!” She laughed.

Diane showed up right on time. Lace answered the door. “Hey, Diane, how ya doin’? Thanks for coming.”

Diane was in a good mood. “Hi Lace. I’m great! And thanks for having me.” The two women hugged. “I haven’t been here for awhile. It’s good to see you again.” Candy came running from the dining room where she was helping me set the table.

She ran and gave Diane a big hug. “Hi, Diane,” she yelped. Such enthusiasm. Both Lace and Candy stepped back. They looked Diane over and realized what she was wearing.

Candy spoke first. “Geeze, Diane, that dress is totally awesome. How come you’re all dressed up just for us? It looks like that dress was painted on you.” Diane was wearing a pure black mini-dress that buttoned down the front. The hem was about a quarter of the way down her thighs. Even though she was very thin, the dress highlighted her every curve. I couldn’t imagine how she ever got into it. Lace got her wish, I thought. Diane had dressed sexy, big time. Diane looked incredibly hot.

Diane smiled. “Thanks, kiddo. I was down at Macy’s last Saturday and it was just hanging there. I tried it on and it fit, so here it is!” She raised her arms out from her sides in a model’s pose. The hem rose a little higher. “To tell you the truth, though, I don’t think it’s ‘totally awesome’ but I do think it’s sexy on me since I’m so skinny.”

Candy was excited. “You got that right. It’s so short. Way cool.” Her voice dropped. “Daddy likes short dresses. He told us last night,” she giggled. I heard her. Diane looked at me and winked, those blue eyes sparkling, but she spoke to Candy.

“Really! That’s cool. Do you think this one is short enough for him?”

Candy giggled again. She also was looking at me. “Oh I think so. He’ll be staring at your legs all night.” I was turning red.

Lace intervened. “Come on you guys. You’re going to get poor old daddy all worked up. Come in Diane. Since I know you don’t eat meat we’re having salmon and three kinds of salads for dinner. You can help toss the salads.” Diane offered two bottles of wine to Lace.

“Here Lace. I picked these up on the way. There’s a bottle of Blue Nun and one of Bolla Sauve. Hope you like them.”

Lace took them. “Well, we won’t be able to finish them both I’m sure. If we do we’ll all be rip-roaring plastered by the end of the night. Besides, I’ve already got a bottle of wine opened. Want a glass before dinner?”

“Sure, that would be great,” Diane replied. The two women were standing at the kitchen counter giggling about something. I couldn’t hear. Lace was stroking Diane’s back. Gradually Lace’s hand went further and further down with each stroke. Diane didn’t seem to be uncomfortable. Lace’s hand then moved over Diane’s little tiny ass, she squeezed slightly then back up to Diane’s back. That little move stirred my cock again.

After dinner we were all sitting around the dining room table talking and drinking wine. Candy had asked for a glass too. Since it was a special occasion I told her okay but not too much.

“Oh, daddy, you’re such an old fuddy-duddy.” Later, Candy was just a little tipsy. While I wasn’t looking I was sure she poured herself a second glass. Kids!

Lace was wearing slacks and a shirt. “Shit. I think I got something on my shirt making supper. I want to go up and change.” She looked down at Diane’s chest. “But it sure isn’t going to be something as sexy as that black number you’re wearing, Diane.”

Diane looked at her seriously. “Why not? It’s fun to dress sexy.” She winked at Lace. “I’ll bet you’ve got some nice sexy clothes. After all, it’s only me.” Lace looked at her and smiled. I could tell it was a subtle challenge to Lace to pick out her sexiest outfit. “After all, you’ve got the figure for it, that’s for sure.” Now she was looking directly at Lace’s tits.

Lace was serious, too, but had a little smile on her face. “Okay. I’ll see what I can find.”

Candy interjected. “Why don’t we all go upstairs? I want to show Diane how I decorated my room. She hasn’t seen it yet.”

We all headed for the stairs. I walked up last, behind the three girls. Diane was just ahead of me. As I glanced up I got a fantastic view under her short dress. She was wearing what appeared to be a red thong! She was wiggling her ass ever so erotically knowing that I was probably looking. At least I hoped so. She looked back at me and smiled, knowingly. After three glasses of wine I was feeling pretty good.

Diane went into Candy’s room with her. “Gee, this is nice Candy. Cool colors. I see you’re a Hillary Duff fan.” She admired the posters of the pre-teen diva on the wall. “I have to admit I even I like her and I’m old!” Lace had gone into our room to change. I was just standing in the doorway watching. Diane was looking at some of Candy’s jewelry.

Candy watched her. “Why don’t you ever wear any jewelry, Diane?” Candy asked. Diane was hesitant for a second. “Um … well, I do wear jewelry, Candy; almost all the time, at least.”

Candy looked puzzled. “Oh, I didn’t know. I don’t see you wearing any tonight so I thought I’d just ask.” Diane glanced at me. Lace had changed and was standing beside me with her arm around my waist. She was wearing a new full, silky mini-skirt than came half way down her thighs, and a silky blouse. I was sure she had removed her bra but I wasn’t certain. Diane’s eyes went to Lace and roamed over her body. She smiled, approvingly.

She turned back to Candy and chuckled slightly. “Well, Candy, if you must know, I … I wear … ah … nipple rings. They’re not visible but they’re still jewelry.” Diane glanced at us again looking for approval. Neither of us said anything. My cock was stirring again.

Candy’s little voice was excited. “Wow. Too cool. Do … do you have them on now? Can I see them?” Candy’s hand went to her mouth and she giggled. She knew she was over enthusiastic. It was a slip. We just let it go. Would Diane show her? “Sorry,” Candy apologized. “I … I just thought it would be neat to see them.” Diane again glanced over to us. Lace shrugged her shoulders slightly.

Diane was up to the challenge. “So you want to see my nipple rings, eh? Well … okay, Candy, but let’s sit on the bed.” Slowly, Diane began to undo the buttons on her dress, her eyes on Lace and I, silently smiling. She unfastened all the buttons of her dress to her waist.

She turned to Candy. “Here, put you’re hand inside my dress and feel them.” She took Candy’s hand and gently placed it on one of her tits.

Candy’s eyes were large and round. “This is too cool,” she exclaimed. She peeked inside Diane’s dress. “Wow, they’re gold.” Diane leaned forward and glanced at us again. I knew she wanted us to watch Candy fondling her nipple. From where we stood we could see the very dark nipples that I had seen earlier in the office. They looked almost black. I could just barely make out the nipple ring. Candy continued to play with the ring. Then she cupped Diane’s tiny tit and squeezed gently.

Diane giggled. “My tits are kinda small aren’t they?”

Candy’s voice was a whisper. “I like them anyway. They’re neat; especially with the rings. They make your nipples hard.” She started to remove her little hand from inside Diane’s dress.

Diane grabbed her arm. “Keep doing it. It feels really nice,” she whispered.

Candy continued to fondle. “Ummm … do you like it when I play with your tits?” Candy’s voice was now very low and serious.

“Yeah. I do baby but if you’re going to play with them then I’m going to have to kiss you.” Diane put her finger under Candy’s chin, raised her head, bent slightly and kissed her. Candy opened her mouth. We watched as Diane and Candy’s intertwined their tongues. It looked as though Diane was sucking on Candy’s tongue.

Diane broke the kiss. “Mmmm. That was a great kiss, Candy. I love it when someone plays with my nipple rings and kisses me at the same time. You sure know how to kiss. Wow!”

I was turned on. Lace glanced at me, knowingly. She kissed me. Slowly her hand lowered and she began to play with my hard cock through my pants. Candy didn’t reply to Diane. She was quiet, still squeezing Diane’s tit and fondling her nipple. Diane’s hand went to her own thigh. Ever so gradually she shifted it up, reaching just under the hem of her short dress. She began to caress the inside of her thigh, very slowly. Then she removed her hand from her thigh, placed it over Candy’s. She took Candy’s hand lower, slowly shifting it to her navel. Again she bent down. Again she kissed Candy. Her fingers were tracing Candy’s fingers over her navel. Then she moved both hands lower, to the top of her panties, again tracing the little girl’s finger over the material of her thong.

Candy looked down, inside Diane’s dress. “Your panties are really silky. They feel neat.”

Diane returned Candy’s hand to her tit. “It’s a thong. Have you ever worn one, baby?” Diane’s voice was sultry.

“No.” Candy was mesmerized. “I’d like to though.”

“They’re a little uncomfortable at first. They ride up the crack of your ass. It feels good when you get used to them.” She smiled and looked directly into Candy’s eyes. “Would you like to try mine on, baby?”

Candy had a dreamy look on her face. “Yeah, I would. It’s so silky-smooth.” Diane lifted her dress a little, reached under short skirt and removed the red thong. As she stood up her dress parted at the top and Lace and I could now see her tits and gold nipple rings. She glanced at us but made no effort to cover up.

She leaned over and gave Candy another kiss. “Here, hon, try this on.” Candy glanced at us. She looked at Lace’s fingers stoking my cock through my pants. She looked a little apprehensive. Lace nodded to her and smiled. Candy was wearing shorts and a tee. She got up from the bed and slowly lowered her shorts and stepped out of them. She looked at us again. Her fingers slid under the elastic of her panties and she slowly lower them too. Her beautiful little slit came into view. She casually ran her finger through the puffy little lips, staring right at us.

Diane was staring at her little pussy, too. “Mmmm … Candy, you’ve got a really nice little ass.” As Candy bent over to put on the little thong Diane reached over and gently ran her hand over Candy’s smooth ass cheeks.

Candy looked down. “The thong is a little wet in front.” Candy giggled.

Diane whispered to her but we could still hear her. “Well, it’s a little warm out. And besides, those nice little kisses of yours got me a little worked up, if you know what I mean.”

Candy faced us, running her hands over the front of the thong. Her voice was low, sultry. “What do you think, mom, is this beautiful or what?”

Lace’s voice was quiet, husky. “It’s gorgeous, baby. How does it feel?”

“Sexy. It’s all silky, mom. I feel sexy.” Lace’s hand was moving faster on my cock. Both Candy and Diane could easily see her hand moving on my shaft. Diane smiled at us, knowingly.

Lace spoke dreamily to her daughter. “Take off your tee, baby. I want to see you in just the thong.”

Candy removed her tee. What a sight! She looked perfect. I was hot staring at our 11 year-old wearing just the silky tiny bikini panty. Diane’s little wet spot was clearly visible. Candy had Diane’s sex juices covering her little pussy.

“Turn around, Candy,” Lace instructed. Candy turned her back to us and we could barely see the thong along the crack of her little ass. Now I was hard as a rock. Watching Candy, with Lace caressing me, was just about too much.

Diane began to caress Candy’s little ass, slowly up and down. “Man, I like your little ass, Candy. It’s sooo soft.” Diane’s other hand gradually moved higher under the hem of her dress, caressing her thigh. Her fingers must have been very, very close to her pussy. Was she fingering herself? The buttons of her dress were still unfastened. We could see her nipple rings clearly, moving ever so slowly with the rhythm of her hand under the dress. Fuck, Diane has nice little tits.

Candy looked at Lace. “Mom, come over and feel this material. It’s beautiful.”

Lace walked over to Candy. She ran her fingers over the front. She was directly over Candy’s little pussy. “Oh, it’s so silky. I love the color too.” She continued to stroke. She circled the wetness with her finger, gently. Then slowly and gradually she ran her finger inside of the little red bikini and began to caress Candy’s little slit.

Diane’s voice was no more than a whisper. It had a dreamy lilt. “Lace, pull the material away. I want to watch you fondle that little slit. Mmmm … it’s sooo delicious watching you explore her little cunt.”

It was extremely erotic. You could smell the sex in the air now. As Lace pulled the material away I watched hungrily. She did it so slowly, seductively. Finally she pulled the material completely aside. Candy’s little pussy was in full view. It looked very soft and pink. Lace probed the soft lips, running her finger up and down, gently testing the soft inside of the lips with her finger.

Diane stood up from the bed. She allowed her dress drop to the floor. All bets were off now. Diane was totally naked. Her dark bush was trimmed neatly. She unabashedly walked over to me. She unzipped my fly. She reached inside. She freed my rock hard cock.. She ran her fingers over the length of it. She unbuckled my belt and slowly removed my pants and underwear. I stepped out of them. My cock was totally free, standing straight up. Diane continued to run her hand over it, gently, her fingers tracing the stem and head. She was looking right at it, admiring its hardness.

Candy’s was watching Lace run her fingers slowly through her pussy lips. Her breathing was becoming faster.

She glanced up at Diane and me. “Mommy, look at daddy and Diane.”

Diane looked directly at Lace, smiling. “I love uncut cocks. They rub your clit so much nicer. I’ll bet you really get hot when he fucks you, eh, Lace. I’ll bet it slips in and out real nice. Fuck, Lace, take off your skirt and panties so we can all see the pretty cunt this nice cock fucks. We want to see your cunt, baby. We all want to see those nice fucking folds.”

“I’m not wearing panties,” Lace said seductively. Lace got up and slowly removed her skirt. “Here it is, Diane. You like it, baby? Is it a nice fucking cunt? Do you like girls, Diane? You want to make it with me? Fuck me? Taste my sweet pussy, baby?”

Diane’s heart was pounding, her breathing rapid. “Yeah, baby. It’s a beautiful cunt, Lace. And yeah, I like girls. I like to fuck all kinds of girls. But you know what? First I want to watch you make it with Candy. Take her finger and run it through your cunt lips, Lace. Let her feel what her cunt will feel like someday.”

Lace brought Candy’s hand to her pussy. Mother and daughter were now fingering each other on the bed. Lace’s voice was sultry. “Like this Diane.” She took Candy’s finger right into her love canal. She removed it. “Want me to let her taste it, Diane. Should Candy lick her finger, baby? Should she taste her mommy’s cunt juice?”

Diane was still jacking my cock. Both of us were watching the show. I was going to cum soon. How was I going to hold back? It was going to take monumental strength.

“Yeah, Lace, let her taste it, baby. See if she likes cunt juice. Suck your finger, Candy. Suck your mommy’s love juice. Taste it, baby.”

Candy ran her finger into her mouth. She smiled. She took her finger back to Lace’s cunt and inserted it again, panning for more of the nectar. She brought her finger again to her mouth. Again she sucked. Again she smiled.

Lace’s voice was high, excited but husky. She glanced at my cock with Diane caressing it. “If you fucking like his cock so much Diane then get down on your knees and suck it. Give him a blow job. Run your tongue over the shaft, Diane. Kiss his balls, baby. Take it all. Fuck him with your mouth. I want to watch you give my horny husband the best cock suck ever.”

Diane smiled at her. She lowered herself directly in front of my shaft. She started licking. I put my hands on the back of her head and drew her closer. Her mouth encircled my prick. It disappeared down her throat. She continued to suck and lick. I was raging hard. I had to control myself.

As if reading my mind, she looked up. “Lie down on the bed, Jim.” We moved to the bed. She began to jack my cock, slower now. It was wet from her saliva. Her voice was sultry and seductive. “How would you like to feel that little thong against this beautiful, uncut cock, Jim?” I simply nodded. Diane looked over at Candy. Candy’s eyes were like huge saucers as she watched Diane caress my prick. “Come over here Candy,” she instructed. Candy slowly came over to the bed. “Have you ever seen your daddy’s cock before, baby? Look how nice it is. Come close and look at it baby. See how hard it is. Mmmm … that’s what makes babies, sweetie.”

Candy came closer, watching Diane jack me. She was almost in a trance. Candy’s voice was no more than a whisper. “Can I feel it, Diane? Can I do what you’re doing?”

“Yes, baby. But I want you to ask sexier. Tell me you want to jack your daddy’s fucking uncut cock. Say it like that, baby. It will make your daddy much hornier.”

Candy’s voice was a little girl’s voice, but husky. “I want to jack my daddy’s fucking hard cock.”

Diane approved. “That’s better, baby. Go ahead and run your hand over it and see how nice it feels.” Candy began to run her hand over my now aching prick. “That’s it baby. Wrap your hand around it and move it up and down a little faster. Your daddy really loves it when you jack him off.” Candy began to jack me a little faster. “Ooooh, Candy, you’re doing that really nice, baby. Better yet, sweetie, take off that thong and rub your daddy’s cock with it. He’d really like that.”

Candy removed the thong. She began to gently brush it up and down on my shaft, ever so slowly. “Hasn’t your daddy got a beautiful cock, Candy? See how big it is? Look at the head. It’s sooooo smooth and purple. Have you ever seen and nice uncut cock like this before, Candy? Say it, Candy. Tell us how much you like your daddy’s hard cock. Talk dirty. Say some dirty words you and your little girlfriends say in school. I know you do. Let’s see what words you know.”

Candy continued to jack me, ever so slowly. Her voice dropped lower, to a whisper. “I love your fucking hard cock, daddy. Did you fuck mommy’s nice cunt with your cock to make me. Did you put it in her cunt and move it in and out. Did you shoot your white milky cum into her cunt, daddy?”

Diane was still instructing. “That’s it baby, but pump it a little faster, Candy.” Candy started pumping faster. She was really enjoying herself. “Baby, your daddy would really like it if you kissed his cock. It will really make him go wild to see his little 11 year old daughter kiss his prick.” Candy hesitated a second, looking at my shaft with her little hand wrapped around it. Then she bent down. She kissed the head. “Ooooh, Candy. That was soooo nice. Now put it in your mouth and suck on it a little. He’d really like that.” I was bucking now. I wouldn’t last much longer. Candy had the head of my cock in her mouth. She was sucking me. I was being given a blow job by my 11 year old little girl. I could feel her tongue gradually lick the head. Diane whispered something in her ear.

She took my cock out of her mouth and looked at me dreamily. “Daddy, would you like to cum for me? Would you like to cum for your little 11 year old daughter? Do you like it when I suck your cock, daddy? Do you want to cum on my little girl tits? Would you like to shoot your cum all over my chest, daddy?” She bent down again and took my prick into her mouth and rapidly moved up and down. She came up again. “Do you like it when I suck your cock, daddy? Do you? Do you want to cum? Do my little girl nipples make you want to cum all over them? Do you like my little girl body? What do you like the most, daddy? My tits, my cunt, what? Tell me!” Diane was teaching our daughter well.

My voice was strained, breathless. I was so fucking excited. “You’re asshole, babe. I love your little girl, pink asshole. The little asshole you shit from. I want to put my finger up your little rear and feel. I want to move my finger in and out of that little rosebud. I want to fuck your asshole with my finger.”

Candy’s voice was high, rapid. “Do it then, daddy. Play with my little asshole while I suck your cock.” I reached under her and began to gradually insert my finger into that beautiful little rosebud. Candy began to squirm. “Gently, daddy.” Her ass gradually came back on my finger. Gently my finger entered her little asshole and I began to pump it back and forth. Lace and Diane got a spectacular view of my finger going in and out of my little daughter’s pink shit hole.

Candy started moaning. “Oh, daddy, that feels soooo good. Rub my little asshole with your finger. Finger fuck my little ass, daddy. Do it, daddy. Oh, daddy, it feels like I’m going to pee.”

“You’re going to cum, baby. That’s what it feels like to cum. Doesn’t it feel really good, baby? Cum for your daddy.”

Candy wanted more. She was really enjoying herself. I was amazed. “Daddy, please kiss my little asshole. Would you like to put your tongue in my little rosebud? Fuck, daddy, I love this. It feels so good.”

Again Diane whispered something to Candy. Gradually Candy brought her ass to my mouth. We were in a 69 position. She continued to lick and kiss my cock. I began to run my tongue over the crack of her little ass. I spread the cheeks of that little girl ass and saw the same beautiful asshole as last night. I reached up and fondled it.

“Your tongue, daddy. Use your tongue. Please, daddy, kiss my asshole while I suck your cock. I love sucking your cock. I want you to cum. Do it, daddy. Cum for your little girl.”

I couldn’t stand it anymore. It was too much. I could feel the eruption in my balls. Candy’s hand was furiously pumping my fucking cock. “Baby, I’m going to cum. Aim it at your chest. I want to cum on those little nipples. Pleeeeaase, I want to shoot on your little tits. Aaaaah, here it comes.” I let loose. It was a massive eruption.

Candy aimed my prick at her chest, staring intently, wide-eyed. “Daddy! Do it! Pump my asshole with your tongue. Fuck, it feels good. I love your finger in my shit hole. Oh, daddy! She let out a long whimper. I could tell she was cumming with me. Oooooh, daddy, here comes your cum.” My hips were bucking, my mouth glued to her little pink rosebud. “You’re coming all over my little tits, daddy. Your baby cream is all over my nipples. She was enraptured as my cock spewed and spewed my white seed, all over her little chest.

I was wasted. Totally fucked. Gradually, Candy began to relax. She was quiet. She smiled at me. I had no idea she knew as many dirty words as she did. How did she know this much about sex? Or was it Diane, prompting her? So much had happened over the past two days. It was mind boggling.

“Did I do good, daddy?” Candy cooed.

“It was fantastic, baby. It was the best cum I ever had. You really made me very, very happy tonight.”

Candy just sat there with my globs of cum on her chest. She gradually raised her hand to the spunk and started placing some on her little nipples, playing with it. She took a glob and gradually raised it to her mouth. She tasted.

Diane had moved off the bed. She and Lace were fondling each other now. Their fingers were moving in and out of each other as they watched me cum all over my little baby girl. Diane looked at Candy as she played with Lace. “That was an awesome fuck, Candy. How does your Daddy’s cum taste, baby?”

Candy replied dreamily. “I like it. It tastes kinda musky.”

Diane wanted to play more. “I have an idea, baby. Come over here and kiss your mommy. Share some of your Daddy’s cum with your mommy.”

Candy took my cock again and lowered her mouth to it. She began to lick it to get some residue cum. Then she took more off her chest, put it in her mouth and got up. She came over to her mother. They kissed and I could see the exchange of the gooey globs on their tongues. As Candy was kissing Lace, Diane gradually took her finger out of my wife’s cunt. She put her finger in her mouth and sucked the sweet nectar. Then she gradually lowered herself to Lace’s cunt. She spread Lace’s legs and began to lick the swollen pussy folds. She began to massage Lace’s protruding clit with her finger as she probed Lace’s cunt with her tongue. Lace was making little whimpering sounds. Gradually her legs began to buckle, her legs spread as she lowered herself onto Diane’s tongue.

Candy and Lace separated their kiss. “Mommy, Diane is licking your cunt. Does her tongue feel good in your pussy, mommy? She’s tasting your pee hole. Do you like it when Diane tastes your pee hole?”

“Oh yeah. baby.” Lace’s voice was rapid. “Go down and watch Diane fuck me with her tongue. Watch up close. Help her with your tongue, baby. See how she does it. Learn how to fuck a cunt with your tongue. Look at my clit, baby. See how to make mommy cum, just like you did with daddy.”

Candy went down and replaced Diane’s finger on her mother’s clit with hers. She started rubbing the little knob between her fingers. Diane continued to fuck Lace with her tongue. Diane quickly withdrew her tongue and licked Candy’s lips. Then she went back to Lace’s cunt.

“Aahhhh, god, that feels good,” Lace almost screamed. Finally her legs tensed, her head threw back. “Fuck, I’m going to cum. I’m cumming, I’m cumming. Fuck, fuck, fuck meeeeeee. Oh, goooddd.” Lace bucked against Diane’s tongue as Candy watched closely. Then she came. I could see Lace’s juices spread on Diane’s tongue. “Ah, fuck,” Lace yelled.

Diane continued to lick for awhile savoring the remnants of Lace’s cunt as Lace moved up and down on her tongue, gradually coming down from her orgasm. When she was finally completely spent Candy and Diane led her over to the bed. Lace lay down beside me. Both Lace and I were totally exhausted. I leaned over to Lace and gently massaged her tit as she closed her eyes in rapture.

Diane and Candy were in each others arms. Diane kissed Candy passionately. The kiss broke.

“Diane,” Candy whispered, “can I keep the thong? It’s got my Daddy’s juices on it and I want to keep it as a reminder of tonight.”

“Oh, yeah baby, keep it and wear it sometimes as a reminder of me. Remember it was on my pussy once too, all wet with my love juice. Lick it sometimes so you remember me! But right now I have to pee, Candy. Come with me and watch. I want you to watch me pee, baby.”

They returned in a few minutes. My eyes were closed. I could hear them, I’m sure Lace could hear too, although she was lying with her eyes closed also.

It was Diane talking to Candy. “Oh, baby, you learned so much tonight. You’re such a beautiful lover. You have such a beautiful little girl body. I could fuck you forever, baby. I love those little tits and cunt. And your ass is sooooo perfect.” She kissed Candy again. “Mmmmm, you’re so fucking sweet. I can’t wait to do this again. But now I should go.”

Diane put on her dress and Candy put on her shorts. “Leave your tee off, Candy. I want to lick your little tits at the front door before I go.” Diane turned to Lace and I. “I’m going now. Thanks for dinner. Hope you guys had fun tonight, I know I did. I hope Candy learned something. Candy, come down and let me out. Leave your folks here to rest.”

Lace’s eyes were still closed as she spoke. “Thanks for coming, Diane. We had fun.” That’s the last we saw of Candy and Diane that night. Later Candy told us what happened.

“We went downstairs to the front door. Diane kissed me again and then she opened the door. She told me to stand outside on the front porch with her. She wanted me to kiss her with my little bare tits showing outside on the porch. She said she wanted to show off my little tits to anyone who walked by. I wanted people to see me too. I don’t know why. No one did tho’. I can hardly wait until I get bigger.

We kissed again right outside on the porch. She opened her dress too so her tits we bare too. I liked kissing outside. It was real cool. When we kissed she was playing with my nipples then she put my hands on her tits again. The kiss was really long. She looked at me and called me her little lover and told me how much fun it was kissing me with our tits exposed outside. She told me she wanted to play again real soon. I wanted to too. She told me she loved my little girl tits. I told her we could play anytime she wanted. Then I licked her nipples again and told her I loved them. I do. They’re really nice and dark. The rings make her nubs extend all the time. I love her little tits too. I could suck on them all the time.

Then she button her dress and left. I just stood on the porch for awhile and breathed the night air. I love sex. Especially outside. It’s sooo cool.”

I knew then our little daughter was going to be our partner in danger. She liked sex. She wanted more. I had no idea what was going to happen Monday at work after the shock of the night wore off but I didn’t really care. If Diane was unhappy she could leave. If she was okay with what happened then we all could look forward to more fun nights together. Maybe then I could finally after three years fuck Diane. I had wanted to for a long, long time.