My pussy is dripping, my legs trembling with the effort of holding in my heat. I want to look up, but I can’t, can’t believe it is true, that the ...ream is finally happening. He stops in front of me, and shyly, I look up, slowly, carefully. He stands there, bold, shirtless, wearing only jeans. His eyes glitter in the darkness, but he smiles, the smile I know so well. It reassures me, it’s him, but at the same time my heart jumps to my throat. It’s him, it really is. He approaches, one hand. ”I got up and said, “Look, Pete. If you want to suck cock that’s your business, but don’t hurt my mother, okay.”He slowly nodded, “I’ll be careful, I promise.”In my room, I called Dylan and told him what I had seen. He laughed and said he would be over in an hour.****“That’s so funny, you walking in on Pete,” said Dylan.I sat at my desk and Dylan lay on the bed. I punched in a few numbers on the calculator next to me and then looked at the result. After writing it down I turned to him.“I don’t. She told me "Some of your friends have roaming hands…" I asked her: "May be they could tell you have nothing on underneath…"One hour later, after a slow dance with one of the single men in the party, Ana signaled from across the room to me back at the table. She pointed to a back exit and strolled from the room with that tall, dark, handsome man who I did not know but who had captured her attention throughout the night. I looked around, then got up and made my way through the crowd and out the. Her finger playing with her clit while I tongue fucked her pussy. She came on my mouth again.“Get her asshole wet for me. Lick it and spit in it!” I felt him slamming me harder and harder from behind. It was almost painful he was fucking me so hard. I could hear him grunting, and saying, “Fuck yes this is some TIGHT pussy.” Kara pulled her legs up and I saw her asshole…I licked it, getting it wet. I stuck my tongue in and I got some spit on my tongue and pushed it in. I stuck my finger in her.