I’m sure you know what these events are like. People are milling about in the garden in nice clothes. The men range from casual to suits, while the ...omen are more varied. There’s a fair bit of cleavage on display, too. I pour myself a glass of wine and find myself somewhere to sit and observe, hardly drinking at all, just passing the time with one of my favourite games; imagining what people’s sexual proclivities are. Occasionally I slip into conversation with someone. It’s always the same. How. We kept on kissing till he let go of my hands and cup my face. I held onto the blanket because the sensations were so overwhelming. Then the kiss broke and he removed the blanket off of me. I can see the bulge in his pants increase every second. He picked me up and set me on the other side of the bed. He got on top of me and kissed me so passionately and I felt one of his hands going up my pj shirt. I told him no but he paid no attention to me. I felt his hand on my nipples and his touch was so. I attempted to slide my cock around in my jeans without undoing my belt, unbuttoning my jeans, or zipping down my fly. It wasn’t working. She stepped forward, unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, slowly unzipped my fly, reached into my boxers, and grabbed ahold of my cock. All the while, staring me straight in the eyes. As she grasped my cock and let it grow its full length, she smiled. Now I was rock hard with one of my dream women grasping my cock with both hands.“My, my, my, Tony. My, how. Also, she had a bunch of very small, loose gym shorts she would wear with no panties. If she sat Indian-style, her pussy was partially exposed because the thin piece of material was not enough to cover it. She would sit that way, on purpose, to see if anybody would notice. Guys would pass by and some would stop and gawk. She and I would pretend that we didn’t notice them. She would sit with her legs spread and her pussy partially exposed for them to look at. It became a game for us to see how.