Soon enough, I scored one. She was a skinny blonde girl and already well on her way to being quite drunk.It wasn't long before she was flirting heavil... and she let me start kissing and really doing some heavy petting with her even though I clearly looked a bit older. As with most of the college party girls, she was up for pretty much anything to get some attention and have some fun. So it didn't take me very long to convince her that we needed to make our way back to her apartment so that we. This really started something as now they all wanted their photo taken with me, I was standing with the last guy who had his arm around me with his fingers very close to my nipple when my husband returned with the drinks,. "What's going on?" he said, I explained that the guys were in town for a footy game, which they won, and they were waiting for the team bus, and that in the meantime they wanted a photo with me as a souvenir. "What a great idea" he said "Would you guys like me to take some. Somehow porn crept into our conversation; do you like it, what's best, want to watch some? When I said no, I'd rather do it than watch it, he put his hand on my thigh, leaned over and kissed me gently. I returned his kiss and offered my tongue. He took it, his lips and tongue tasting of the whiskey we both were sipping. Warm and soft, long slow kisses. He began lightly rubbing me chest, slow kisses, tongue moving across my teeth and lips. I started to unbutton his shirt, but he had no patience,. If what she said was true,she'd regain a sense of self that wasn't quite the same as the lustyvixen he'd spent his afternoon with, and he didn't want her running outon him.Not when such an opportunity had at last landed in his lap. Not when heplanned for her to land in his lap a great many more times.It was light when Jo drifted into wakefulness. She'd been dozing, halfsleeping, for an hour or so beforehand, and so sat up feeling refreshed.For the first time in days, the fatigue was gone. She'd.