We run around naked all the time. Have you ever done it?" she paused. "Run around naked I mean?" "Well, err..." the man chuckled. "No. No I haven't an... frankly that's a good thing." He was smiling now. Evidently charmed by her on some level. "Too bad," Cassy said. "you could come swimming with me." He chuckled again. "Ahhh, I don't think so, young lady. But thanks for asking." Thank you," she said "for giving me the time." She was slowly walking toward him now. She walked with exaggeration,. . the guy next to me is rubbing me knees ...... ..I told you it bothers you? She took a little time to answer and at the end, you see that by the fever or whatever it was he said no, then I looked at the guy I gave him a sign of approval so he could continue, he did not think much and began to caress him the inner part of my thighs and she began to breathe a little more excited and I took my cock harder, apparently the black caresses were having an effect, because she opened her thighs all that. Anne had thought it out beforehand, considered that Stan and Denise would be kissing and much, much more — but as she’d told them, actually seeing it was something else. Now they’d be upstairs, undressing. Denise had those wonderful large breasts, things that Anne had lost men to since she was a teenager. Would it happen again? Had she made a dreadful mistake? For a moment Anne was prepared to get up and rush upstairs, to interrupt, to stop it — but then she relaxed. Stan loved her. She knew. I closed my lips around the veiny shaft and sucked as I pulled back, drawing my lips up the length, feeling every bump and ridge under the thin skin. Alcohol dulled my senses, but my lust enabled me to focus all I could muster on my mouth and his gorgeous hard cock. I heard voices, sensed movement. I ignored it, loving his glorious shaft and sating my hunger, pumping my head steadily, stroking him with lips and tongue, luxuriating in the feel of him filling my mouth. I felt hands touching me.