The combination of the alcohol and my arousal had me throwing all caution to the wind so I grabbed my partner's hand out of my shirt and led him back ...o the dance floor, not bothering to return my shirt to a more modest alignment.We bumped and ground our way through a couple of songs. Our hands were all over each other. I stroked his sizable erection through his slacks while we again explored each other's mouths on the dance floor. At one point I felt another body press up behind me and reach. "I put the fear of God into him, to make sure he looks after Becky." You should tell Byron not Percy. He revolves around Lord Byron, not the other way about." If Byron had been here I would have. Shelley shall be my messenger, and will tell Byron what I threatened if Becky comes to any harm." What did you tell him?"I whispered the threat I had made to Shelley in her ear, and she blanched in shock, and then gave a howl of laughter. "Jack Greenaway, you are no better than a Turk ... but Lord. She’d always despised them, for getting in the way, for making her look even fatter and squatter. But tonight her distended nipples ached and pointed out such that they seemed suddenly quite sexy to her. She fondled a nipple with her right hand, and enjoyed the feel of her cold fingertips against it. She pulled and twisted slightly and her pussy throbbed. She moved her hand to the other nipple and did the same. She was on her way to a nice orgasm when she suddenly felt a strange desire to suck. Her other hand was buried in Tiff's cunt. Tiff's eyes were half closed as she savored the feel of Gail's fingers. Tiff was performing her regular tit massage and pull, still hoping that her boobs would magically grow into melons overnight.Sally had another tampon string hanging from her cunt. At least I hoped it was a new one.Jacqui and Jane briefly glanced at the three newcomers and then went back to their own private party."Martha," I said, "this is Gail. You wanted to watch me fuck her on.