In her mind, Bridgit orchestrated the whole evening, even to the point of her acting like a slut.
"Shall we leave then, head back to my place," Bridgit said with more than a glint in her eye. I glanced at Angela, my wife. We never did anything unless both of us agreed. Angela could see that I wanted to though. I had wanted to fuck Bridgit all evening as we sat at the pub; but we chatted and made, almost, polite conversation. Bridgit was about five foot three, and was a very shapely...Read On