Only I was seeing dick, not panties.“Like a duck to water, this one,” Jake said.“Huh?” I realized I must be staring again. “Come closer, too... a good look,” the bearded guy said, laughing. There was no menace to him and I liked him, trusted him, knew he was the one who might save me from whatever Jake had on his mind.Behind me, I heard a beer can open. I heard Jake gulp. I keep staring at the bearded guy’s cock. I’d never studied a cock before. I’d seen my own plenty, but that was my own. The. Dianne is a bit of a chatterbox and soon she was chatting away with several of the guys. It never ceases to amaze me how at ease she is with a group of men who she knows are looking at her breasts, legs and arse at any chance they get and are all hoping to fuck her. As we chatted another couple arrived along with about 10 more single men and the party entered its small talk section.They all have that bit of the party that to be honest we all hate. We are all there to fuck but it always takes. I was content to exploring the extent of my abilities, while living my life to the fullest. The cool, dry air from the north hit my nose and flooded my mind with some special memories. In the future, I knew it would always remind me of this landmark point in my existence. Like I said, I had always enjoyed the cold air. Those winds of change carried upon them a path for me I could’ve never dreamed of. It harkened me back once more to Nick’s talk about the future, about going where life takes me.. She bent at the waist as he massaged down my chest and stomach, her full breasts moving over my face, giving me an inclination of what these soft pillows were like under the fabric of her nightgown. In addition to the feel of her breasts, I could tell she was wearing a very faint, but wonderfully exotic (erotic?) fragrance. After a dozen or so trips down my chest with her boobs caressing my face, she pulled the sheet back to my neck and moved to the side of the table. Moving the sheet to.