We were due at a party but we were, of course, very late. When we got there, most of the partygoers had already left but Paul found me a glass wine an... we danced. I was conscious that I was completely naked under my dress but as I emptied each of my wine glasses I became more mellow. It was now early morning and all that were remaining was Paul, myself and a few guys."Don't you think Mandy's got a great figure?" said Paul, holding me out the other three guys could see me. "She's not wearing. Rachael’s moans and squeals of pleasure told me that it was not unappreciated.After what felt like an eternity of watching, Tiffany disengaged from Rachael’s pussy and crawled up the bed, Rachael kneeling up and turning to meet her. “Let me taste what my cum filled cunt tastes like slut!” she growled before they threw themselves into a kiss which threatened to destroy what little sanity I had left. I could see the saliva, pussy juice and semen dance back and forth as their tongues snaked around. The three of us had made good use of our expense accounts at a great steakplace called Winston's. Dave and I had made it a point to ignore thetransparency of many of the town's residents. A satisfying chunk of red meatand a liberal amount of wine were what Dave and I needed to relax us andhelp us to forget the strange things we had seen in Ovid. For that matter,Connie was no slouch in either the steak or the wine department. How alittle thing like her was able to wolf down a steak as big as. I spent many an hour in my bed fantasising about how those luscious big breasts would feel. As I got older I'm sure she noticed I hold hugs for longer and longer and my hands had a tendency to wonder. Thankfully she let me have my fun and didn't tell my Mom. It was a shock for her and all of us when her husband left her when I was about 18- I could hear her tell my mom what a slut the new younger girlfriend is and how she probably “let's him do all the dirty stuff he always goes on about”- I.