I strongly dislike costume parties and so wore my normal clothes, telling people that I was there as 'apathy'. I remember it was the day that Scotland...had unexpectedly beaten Ireland in a game of rugby, so I was in high spirits and eagerly began drinking my celebratory beers upon arrival.The party was already in full swing when we got there. I imagine close to 50 people were crammed into the small student house and spilling outside. There was a ridiculous amount of booze going around, from. I couldn’t see her arse hole, the width and size of her butt masking it. She left her wite socks and trainers on. Jackie’ dog, I had released him, was nosing up between her legs, which didn’t faze her until she made it easy for him, spreading her legs letting Rolf lick his long tongue over her smooth pussy. Her pal stood and watched with interest. The contrast was splendid, Hetty’s old fashioned hairy, brown going grey pubes, over a thick lipped cunt against Jule’s peachy slit.“I see you shaved. That's why I don't know who my father is."I stared at her, letting my shock show. It wasn't new that Jordan didn't know her father, but I had always thought it was because her mom had simply lost track among her various lovers. Shaking off my reaction, I leaned over as far as my seat belt would allow, and stroked her cheek where her tears trailed.She reached up and took my hand. "Do you understand now? You can't simply run away. You have to find more Fonti because that's the only way, the only. . endlessly single it seems. There’s never been anyone that’s charged into my life, swept me off my feet and made me want to give up the lifestyle I’ve become accustomed to and very comfortable with. Sex to me is a huge driving force and I’ve never had a problem satisfying my urges with a large number of very pleasant and, to me, very attractive women over the years. During one very hot stretch of summer weather I had stopped to talk with them over the fence one morning when it was still.