Her skin felt warm and velvety as my knuckles rubbed against it. I wanted so badly to run my hands up and down her legs and squeeze and caress them �... it was torturous not to. I had to remind myself that I had come to this party with Karen and that she was sitting here in this very room and watching my every move. I knew that I should behave and clear my mind of all my lusty thoughts. And I hoped that the woody that was quickly growing in my pants would cease and be gone before I had to stand. Silently I returned to the bar. Oblivious of me their dance continued. Those legs were gorgeous, and I realised she couldn’t be one of the working girls. With legs like that she was obviously a dancer. What was unfolding on the dance floor gave further testimony to this. Now they made an unexpected twist with a deep sway. I saw the back of the other’s dress was unzipped. Her bra strap had been unclasped. She was held tightly against the other with a hand placed firmly in the. . deep down inside me I'm feeling a desire.I stop walking for a moment, look around - I'm currently in the living room - and I start to think about it.I notice how my dick starts hardening and my body is telling me I want to be deep inside a soaking wet pussy.I'm getting hornier and hornier every second and my HARD dick is pointing to the ceiling!I love this feeling... I can't wait to make a big cum shot! I have to get to my room as fast as possible and release this great tension building in my. " Oh," she said again. "Can I sleep with you?" How old are you?" I asked, pulling off my boots."Old enough," she said."I appreciate the offer. You are very pretty and very nice, but you don't owe me anything, and I try not to lie with girls young enough to be my daughter." I'm not, honest," she said. "I never had a man, really, 'cept the Germans." Tell me how old you are." Seventeen," she said, putting her hand on my thigh."Try again," I said."Sixteen."I was quiet."In August," she said."And.