As I turn around, he grabs me by the waist and pulls me in close. He places his hand on the back of my head, and starts to kiss me. I push my body clo...er, and start rubbing his cock with my hand. He huge me tighter and kisses me harder. Without even noticing, I realise that I’m full on stroking him…..but when I do realise, I pull back and look down at it. I smile gladly with such a bad gurl look. His smerk back tells me he knows what kind of gurl I am, and what I’m about to do next. Just to. . . I'm still always hoping to meet other like-minded perverts for all kinds of fun.I think I'll include some of this little intro at the beginning of each of my stories just for some quick context . . . hope that's ok.Please feel free to let me know what you think and contact me if any of my stories turn you on.I grew up in central Ontario, Canada. I was, like most boys, super horny as a teenager and did the usual things boys do: sneaking my older brothers porn magazines and the odd video. I noticed that most of the women were scantily clad. Joan was wearing a glittery T shirt with no sleeves, with a gaping hole at her underarms and a billowy very short skirt. As usual, she wore no underwear. We got drinks and chatted with some of the other people there. Joan flirted with every man we met. The band switched to dance music. Joan and I got up for a slow song. We held each other tightly and I could feel some excitement building in Joan. A man who introduced himself as Jack, asked. Dann schlief Marc ein."So, die Dosis ist jetzt erh?ht. Cyproteron ist jetzt weniger drin,daf?r mehr ?stradion", erkl?rte Biggi, "wir m?ssen aber mit seiner Leberaufpassen. Die Tabletten mit dem Acamprosat werden aber helfen. Dasmindert den Alkoholentzug. Ich nehme aber nachher noch wieder eineBlutprobe mit ins Labor." Sollen wir ihn jetzt umziehen?", fragte Petra."Klar", nickte Biggi, "so in 15 Minuten. Er wird sich wundern!"Als Marc wieder zu sich kam, blinzelte er zun?chst in das.