I had to hold her arm as we ran, Amelie's two glasses must have been very large, I thought, as she teetered unsteadily beside me.Can you love someone ...oo much I wondered, as Amelie stood nestled against me among the throngs near 42nd Street, everyone's eyes riveted on the big silver ball that was slowly descending. Our lips were locked together when 2005 arrived, and I could feel her body shivering under my hands as I lifted her off her feet, holding her as tightly as I dared."Promise you'll. We’re just built that way. If we like it, we like it! Right?” They all nodded and waited for more from me. “Guys don’t get names ... except maybe ‘Playboy’ or something, and that doesn’t sound bad or even affect us much. Girls though, aren’t supposed to like sex as much as guys, which doesn’t seem fair. I think that after everything we’ve done, I could never think a girl who likes the stuff we do could be a ‘slut’, but I really don’t know how other boys ... or girls ... would react.”“Nobody. He grabbed her hips and positioned her so she was on her hands and knees with her head towards my lap and her ass facing him. He began thrusting against her as he simulated fucking my pretty wife while her head rested on my now semi erect cock.The DJ played it up and the women ate it up. They all yelled and screamed as the well built dancer and I pretended to double team my wife.Finally he backed away from my wife and took a hand full of singles from her hand. He leaned in and kissed my wife on. That no other woman would be able to satisfy him the way that I can, and no other man would ever satisfy me the way he does. Then I came. Oh god how I came. I could hear my juices splashing against his body as it gushed out of my spazzing cunt, even over my screams of pure rapture. My vision went white and the only thing I was aware of was the giant schlong constantly pistoning in and out of my poor ravaged pussy, begging entrance to my womb. When my senses returned to me, I found myself lying.