“He’s kinda my dad’s friend,” I said evasively. “But I don’t know why he’d be invited. He’s probably gate-crashing.”“What’s his ...ame?”“Scott.”Robbie smirked. “Is he Scottish?”I laughed, relieved that he was making a joke.“Maybe. He lives in LA, though.”“Huh.”*The party wore on. We ate cake, drank champagne and I introduced Robbie to as few people as possible. Every half hour we edged closer to the door until most of the guests had spilled out and it didn’t seem rude to leave. Still, we had to. Her body was better thanmy fantasies. her dark skin. her puffy tits.i then signaled to myfriends and we ran in and i put a ball starp over her mouth. then my freinds teid her to the fucking machine. we took off her shirt and bra andwe stripped her of her panties. then we turned the fucking machine full level. it started really hard. mrs patel screamed into her ball strap ans the fucking mackine mercilesly penetrated her. after an half a hour, we took the fuckingmachine off and then i. But she did enjoy the look on his face when he laid eyes on her ample round breasts. After the initial shock had subsided, Kevin leaned forward and grabbed both boobs with both hands. He fondled and squeezed them, and then pushed them both together. “Damn!” He exclaimed, “These are the best tits I’ve ever seen.” Amanda smiled. “Get your cock out and fuck them… If you want?” She encouraged. She then dropped to her knees and helped him pull his trousers and boxers down around his ankles,. It wasn’t just the sex he needed; it was the intimacy.“Okay, fine, let’s take a break. But we can’t blow off the rest of the night, Chad. We really do need to pack,” Reina said, giving in.“Just a half-hour break, you have my word!”Chad wasted no time, wanting every minute of that half-hour. He stripped off her dress and removed her bra; she wasn’t wearing any panties. Then he picked her up and sat her on the desk. He kissed her while he hurried out of his pants and shirt, then he put his hands.