Last night was a babysitting night for my nephews, ages 11 and 7, while my sister and her husband attended an art opening for a friend. I told my sister that if any questions came up about dirty jokes, she was getting all the queries.
Back in to I was living in Cincinnati, and during that time I worked in a very large law firm that expanded from 50 people to people by the time I left. It was a great place for me to be really social. I did a lot of dancing.
Two of the girls were doing full body barrel rolls over one of the guys on the floor. Now, let me tell you that I have no idea how we got this guy to party with us, but we did. He was younger and he worked in the mail room next to our area and we built up a good rapport with him, and he was fucking hot.
He was hot and he had a big, tight body with muscles everywhere, and we all wanted to jump him. So at the end of the night my two friends were rolling around on the floor with him, and I was sure that at some point it was going to be a threesome and I was going to have to pretend to look away. A few days later one of them whisper screamed to me that he had the biggest penis she had ever had the pleasure of bumping into and she might have been a little scared if she would have been sober.
I was a little sad that no one deflowered the mail room guy. It was some sort of male dance review fantasy. Every time we went out I managed to play kissy face with some random stranger. One time on the dance floor I was minding my own business when a guy who was exactly my height started dancing with me and immediately put his hands on my shoulders and started pressing down really hard. Maybe I was bouncing around too much? My friends were watching this happen. Back, back, back went my head like a chicken, and his lips kept stretching forward like a cartoon.
