Max lay out on the bed and pulled Sandy on top of him. The three began kissing eagerly. When Max went to kiss Sandy’s perky breasts, Rachel was rig...t there to add her tongue. Sandy was eating the attention up. She couldn’t get enough of the touching, rubbing and kissing and she returned the favor stroking Max’s penis and bringing it to a full erection.Sandy and Rachel almost on cue repositioned themselves down by Max’s groin and began paying full attention to Max. A lick from Rachel, a lick. What was wrong with Christabelle Evans?" My, God! she was just a girl. Eighteen! Can you Imagine!"Oh, I could imagine all right; I found it hard to stop imagining. I'd met Christabelle Evans at some occasion or other. While not the mature sensation that was Hannah, Christabelle was a pretty enough girl, somewhat sweet and, rumour had it, inordinately sexually insatiable. Her little-girl-lost glances a mere facade, a Siren's call for men to jump ship and throw their lives away.But there was so. During my dreamlike state of mind I could feel my clothes being stripped from me, nice and gently like, almost erotically.I was nude and I was enjoying the voyour like state of mind I was in and suddenly hot breath could be felt on my nipples, tummy and pubis.I was having my sexual fantasy of being in a hotel room with three older men, wanting to take their turn with me, one doing it as I watched the other two nude, and in line stoking their penises wanting me.This feeling was esquisit, one was. Herpassionate response to his almost brutal caressesfurther revised his previous opinion of her. This wasdefinitely not the sweet girl he thought he knew; ifshe kept this much of herself hidden from him, whowould say what else what other deceptions she hadpracticed during their months together? In this way, he began to justify what he was about todo to her. The various plans for his own pleasure thathad been running through his head over the course ofthe day were further clarified into a plan.