He’ll love it when I pull you harder against my cock, won’t he?” “Ooohh god I think so.” “Put both your arms around my neck Lynn.” Your ...eautiful wife slipped her arms around me and laid her head on my shoulder without any hesitation, and I began to stroke the bare flesh between the two halves of her dress. “Rick will love seeing me touch your bare skin, won’t he Lynn?” “Ooohh Ross I hope so. I know I do.” “Rub your pussy on my cock, Lynn. Let Rick see you dry hump my hard on while we dance.”. Most had shared bathrooms with those lovely copper baths and a maid to help with any bathing needs. His Dad, also called Sam had made a fortune in the porn industry and built this place in the woods as a discrete home and filming studio. The fancy dress party was a riot; my see-through cat-suit only lasted for 10 minutes before someone – Mandy – pulled out the butt-plug tail and let the first boy in.There were four other girls at the party, all about our age but about a dozen boys, who were. But the smell! It was a smorgasbord old piss, sweat, a faint whiff of ass crack, but over everything else, the funk of glandular secretions, that musky, earthy scent of a sexually active young military airman.I would hold those boxers in a wad beneath my nose and breath in the smell as my mind replayed that encounter – him catching me as I tried to steal his shorts from a basket of laundry, then leading me into his kitchen where he instructed me to drop my shorts and bend over. The feel of his. He nodded yes and went back to his conversation with the man he was talking to. I stood and looked down at Mr. Newcomer and said are you coming? He got up and followed me to the hotel elevators without saying a word. We got on the elevator and than he spoke. "You don't know what you are doing to me, Marca." He looked at me as if appraising a piece of meat, looking me up and down -- a 17-year-old girl with a body of a woman. I smiled. "I know what I'm going to.