Every nerve ending seemed to explode with her touch. She licked around in circles playfully before licking back down. I shuddered at the power of it."...h my goddd..." I said, quite unlike me to utter this phrase, good church girl that I am. She ran her fingers up and down my ridges, slippery syrup oozing out of me onto her skin so that she slid pleasingly across my pink flesh."You're so pretty down here," she said, pleased. I loved they way she talked about my body, not like an object, more as. ?? Whenever he hit mynipples (which come to think of it, was always at the end), that was like the"peak". That hurt the most, but provided by far the most pleasurewhen I rubbed off afterwards.? They werethe most sensitive part he hit.? To thisday, I squeeze the nipples until they hurt when I masturbate. Over the years hedid this certainly more than 100 times, and probably several hundred.? Less that a thousand though.?? I never counted and I didn't keep a diary.? I also never told anybody. It. She stepped right up to me and threw her arms around my neck stood on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear..."this is my favorite song. Dance with me big boy." Not like I had a choice. And why not? I will fall down drunk and heartbroken. A few times during the evening I had to hold back tears because all I could think about was the 4-year relationship that just died.She left her arms around my neck and began pressing herself against me and dancing a little bit. Slowly and seductively. I put my. As I turned over and saw all those people looking at me I had a little orgasm.The man ignored my orgasm and massaged my head, arms and legs. When he started on my breasts I resigned myself to the inevitable. I just knew that I was going to cum and cum and cum.As I did, the man moved to my stomach and pussy. I have no idea what he was doing to me but it was good, bloody good.As the man lifted me up by my pubic bone my orgasms got weird. Like nothing I'd had before. My whole body was going crazy..