I wanted to possess her. “Don’t make me go to Tanya.” Mom didn’t answer. I felt the tension flowing out of her, could sense resignation, and t...en, amazingly, her facial muscles softened, loosening. I kissed her lips. I sensed my moment and tore the remaining bit of her dangling blouse. She did not protest.Encouraged by this I caught her naked boobs and began squeezing it again. I held the nipple between my thumb and forefinger tweaking it. It got engorged and became red with excitement. She. After one drink I sensed their need of me and I felt giddy with the idea of all three men nude, erect and desperate to take their turn in possessing me, one mounting and the other two standing, stroking and desirous, I would watch them as they prepared their manhood's for insertion, my nakedness gratifying their desirous watching as their friend worked his to fruition, releasing his sperm deep inside my warm body, to be loved and nurtured, drawn-in deeper and held, until the next mounted and. Her skin was tanned from her Latin heritage. Her breasts were about the size of pears, which was just the way I liked them. She was petite like I like, too.When she left, I took some time to myself in the bathroom to relieve the pressure that was building in my balls. Thinking about her terrific body and that sparkling smile in her eyes was all it took for me to reach orgasm quickly. It was an incredible release and didn't really dissipate all of the feelings for her. I kept thinking about her. "Julia nodded. "Yesterday was Christmas Eve; can you remember the name of the pub?" It was the mucky duck, or the Black Swan to give it proper name. I met Baz Butcher up at the bar and agreed to meet him in the same pub that evening."Baz had been one of the street beaters in the gang I ran with before I joined the army. He was the archetypical Cockney, although like me he had been born in Plaistow. He looked like the Artful Dodger, and had spent his whole life ducking and diving, and wheeling.