"No one needs to know who you are." I didn't know this was a masquerade," Betty smiled nervously and pulled the white cameo-like mask over her face."Y...ah," the man laughed hoarsely. "That's why I'm standing at the top of the stairs."She walked down the hallway, pushing through elaborately costumed dancers, and headed toward Bob's apartment. A tug on her arm pulled her backward and she turned toward a man dressed in a skeleton-suit and mask who quickly handed her a drink."This will help for. Oh yes – if only Kasha were single! She would certainly know how to please him (she squirmed a little in her seat at that thought). Katerina could almost feel his skin under her hand, imagining its texture on her fingertips. She would kiss him as he’d never been kissed before. She would press her body against his, then reach down to take his mighty organ into her fist. Oh, that would be the most wonderful feeling of all, actually to touch his magnificent tool; to undress him; to. I was watching Internet porn and had the volume covered by music from my radio. My b*****r was surprised to see STRAIGHT porn playing as I am GAY, but was like, ‘COOL! Now I can watch, too!’ We sat watching it about 5 minutes and he turned the radio down and the volume on the laptop up as high as it would go. We consumed more PARTY stuff and I was hella horny as I watched FAT COCKS sliding in and out of these hookers’ holes on the screen. My b*****r had layed back on a pillow and his towel. Lips parted, breath fogging the glass, each moan in sync with the swabs of his ravenous tongue, I let him drive me places I never dreamed could exist. Climbing. Teetering. Soaring. Until my world starts to close in.Unlike the gentle waves of orgasm under my own circling fingertips or when my husband and I sporadically make love, this crescendo is a barroom brawl. Snooker cues snapped, pints tossed, glasses smashed, heavy and rippling and suffocating in its ferocity, I wail and slap my palm to.