"Glad you could come over again. John and I were just about to have a margarita, our favorite drink. Would you like one?"

"I don't know. I'm not much on drinking."

"I think you'll like it."

I felt a little guilty plying this sweet girl with liquor, but not that guilty. We sat around and talked and I refilled all our drinks. Then, per plan, Amanda moved the talk to sex.

"Martha, you ready for me to eat your pussy?"

She quickly looked at me, then back to Amanda.

"Ah, well, I don't know. You mean, with John here? God, Amanda, no guy has ever seen me naked. I would...