His hands began their work on my tits. One hand massaged, while the other was pinching and rolling my nipple. I moaned with delight. My body responded...to his touch. The juice flowing down my leg was evidence that I wanted more. I sighed with disappointment as one hand was removed from my tits. When I discovered that hand had been unzipping his pants, I gasped. I felt his hard cock press against me. Sliding it forward, he met my wet slit. “Oh, that is one wet pussy,” he whispered. I saw another. I’m guessing they all picked one party to go to.”Fatimanodded. “Sounds very reasonable. The setup was so bizarre, I can’t imagine a single woman wanting to either ride alone or remain behind alone. Splitting up two by two is barely possible I guess, but I doubt it. None of them came to Party #1, I know that.”Mark added, “And the numbers have decreased, from 037:112 to 027:108. There’s definitely a bias for the guy number to go down. Emily, the change is too extreme for it to be a random. Ek din wo mere paas aai oaour boli k usse meri maths ki book ek din k liye chahiyea toh maine kaha k mere ghar par hain tu mere ghar chal main tijhe waha se deta hoon,ghar par hum baithke baaten kar rahe the toh achanakSe usne mujhe pucha k kya teri koi gf hain maine naa keh diya fir mere puchne par bhi usne kaha k uska break hoo chuka hain toh ab wo single hain fir maine uss se pucha k agar main tujse puchu toh kya tu mujhe haa bolegiUsne kaha k puch k dekh shayad tere nasib achhe hoon main. But looking back on it all now, my extreme level of horniness makes perfect sense me. After all, it's not every day that a heterosexual woman will decide to throw all caution to the wind, and risk allowing her lover to fuck her possibly-fertile pussy "au naturel."Much to my dismay, as I kept hand-pumping up and down on Ray's penis, it just kept getting softer and smaller, until Ray finally lost his erection completely. And I realized that once Ray's erection was gone, there was a good chance.