Quiet for a moment to regain her composure, I’m sure, she asked, “So how can a wipeout on a bike break my hymen?”“Well, I’m not sure how.”...I explained. “But I do know that a lot of girls and young women who ride horses can break their hymen just from that.”“Really? Shit.”Yes, I let her swear too. Neither one of us swear very often, but to me they’re just words.“Yeah, really.” I said.“So was the pain earlier outside or inside of your vagina?” I asked.“Oh, it was outside! It still does too,. ”“Well, be my wingman then please. I was looking to hook up, and I think Mike might be the guy for the night. Keep Mark there entertained, and I promise I'll make it up to you some other time.” Karen agreed, and after freshening up their makeup they rejoined the guys.Once back at the table they saw that the guys had ordered 2 more drinks, and it would have been rude to refuse them. So after finishing them they all headed back to the dance floor. Karen was having a blast, and could feel that. I massage her boobs from the outside, only her blouse was in between us. I went closer to her lips and kissed her, she did not resist and kept with the flow. We kissed and kissed as my dick got harder and harder. She pulled away and kept her hand on my dick. She said “Take it out”. I unzipped my pants and pulled down my underwear. My dick popped out.She looked at it for a while then touched her with her hand, she started giving me a hand-job. I pulled my dick away from her and unbuttoned her. I turned back to my sisters. "Okay, spill it, what's up?"Carmen shook her head, "Nothing." Her hair fell around her face, hiding her outbreak of zits. It was blue today, she'd dyed it with cool-aid again, some of her friends had probably talked her into it. I'd liked it better when it was its natural brown, almost the same color as her skin, and halfway down her back; the way it was before she cut it short last year right after the announcement about the swarm.I reached over and brushed it back.