The three were childhood friends, and from the way they got along, I got somewhat jealous. Jealous of what it would be like to have such a strong friendship with someone that you could see each other a few times a month and still be that close. They had what seemed like an endless amount of inside jokes and had an easy time for laughter. Myself, I sort of never had a friend come over – the way I spent time with the pseudo-friends I had, was that we played games together online. Like Richard, his two buddies were in their late fifties. They’d grown up together, played football together, chased girls together and stayed close friends ever since. George was a little bit taller than Richard, baldheaded and heavyset with a big gut. Diego, with a Hispanic heritage, was shorter than the other two, but still towered over me by a lot. It didn’t look like he was out japanese of shape either. Later, I would find out that Diego was married with Schoolgirls two adult kids, one in college and one in graduate school. George was divorced and had a daughter who worked as an accountant. We were all sitting in the living room couch, watching a UFC event and eating buttered popcorn. They had beers, while I drank soda. Some guy named Weidman and some woman named Rousey would be trying to defend their belts. Some earlier fights were taking place, before what I was told were the main fights of the two champions. I sat between Richard and George, with Diego on the other side of my stepdad. As the preliminary fights were coming to a close, the sofa table had collected a small gathering of empty beer bottles. The men, who had previously been talking sports, were now primarily discussing girls from their youths. High-school sweethearts. Hotties that they had been aching to fuck, but never been able to. The more they drank, the looser their tongues became, and the louder they got. With George being single, Richard and Diego started talking about single MILFs (whatever that was) they knew, that he could try to pursue. Richard also said that they could look for a babysitter for me, that George could make the moves on. George seemed most interested in the babysitter idea – but he didn’t want it to be a young bitch that would get him into trouble. “Maybe I can put that on some sort of application flier – cannot be a tattle tailing b-i-t-c-h,” Richard joked. Later, following up on the whole forbidden-fruit-babysitter-deal, Richard started asking about the youngest they’d banged. Diego answered that he didn’t know – asian which made Richard snort and respond with a “How can you not know, man!?”. At about the same time, George – who sat on my right – bit by bit said “That.. would be.. on.. that trip abroad, you know”. “Ah yes, the young professional we fucked in Thailand,” Richard said happily. That seemed to shock George. “Geez man,” he then paused and looked at me before looking at my stepdad again, “no need to sugarcoat it THAT much”. I hadn’t yet learned about sarcasm. Not really paying attention to George’s comment, Richard looked to Diego and said “Well then, shall we assume that the same goes for you, Dee?”. “Yupp,” Diego replied. The men all got quiet after that. “I am still a virgin and have been saving myself for when the right asian man shows up to make sweet, tender love to me. I believe you are that man.” These guys might call their buddies down to watch. “Baby girl, you don’t need to act surprised. She wanted to make sure she had it right. Good thing Dad likes plastic coverings on all of japanese the furniture, because his wife is soaked. She quested Schoolgirls in there, rooting out more and more of the salty spunk. Looking into my eyes. Then the MILF's bowels rippled about my dick, milking me. That only goes to make it harder, so it gets rubbed more. Samantha heard his reaction. She looks at herself all over in the big mirrors and slides her hands over the fabric and her skin. They want more of you.”