He triedhis best to avoid making eye contact. He was here undercover, afterall. He didn't actually want to dance with a man, let alone begin aromance....e could see that many of the women were gravitating to one part ofthe room, and there was a well dressed man in a military-style suit,with many people milling around him. Sid guessed, correctly, that thiswas Prince Henry.Much of the evening passed fairly uneventfully. He made small talkwith a few women, and accepted a dance with a few men. But he. She kneaded them, massaging my rump with her naughty fingers. She parted them, exposing my asshole. I felt her breath washing over it as she pressed her face into my ass-crack.I groaned as her tongue fluttered against my sphincter. She rimmed me, swirling her tongue about my asshole. That naughty delight melted into the buzzing delight stirring up my cunt. Juices ran down my thighs as I groaned against Carsina's mouth. Greta teased me, her tongue dancing against my backdoor.Then she jammed her. ”“Ha, yeah.” Daphne laughed. “She doesn’t seem like a gentle lover.” She leaned back and flashed a sly grin toward Carmen. As she read her dorm mate’s shocked expression, she reminisced in the memory Valerie’s weight pressing against her—stretching her. Daphne’s folds quivered at the thought. “I’m pretty sure she wants to fuck me.”“Valerie does NOT want to fuck you.” Carmen shook her head. “Why are you so interested, anyway?”“Yeeeah.” Daphne grit her teeth. “Well, I kinda let my Lit class run a. I reach down and undo my belt and unbutton my jeans to make room for the fries. I always love when a lady eats too much and has to undo her buttons and now there I was all womanly like having to do the same thing! I moved onto the fries, my stomach full and bloated from eating so fast and chugging so much soda. The saltiness from the fries mixed with the sweetness of the ketchup tastes wonderful. As I finish the fries I am so horny I feel like I need to cum right then and there. The nervs are.