When she released me, I went to the bathroom, got a warm cloth and cleaned myself, then back to the bed and cleaned her soaking pussy, with her juices... and my cum, and dried her off. I held her in my arms, and we talked, then she slid down and sucked my back to hard..she continued sucking me, using her lips and tongue, and her hand jacking my cock until I was fully erect, with the head really swollen, then she got her digital camera, and took several photos of my cock. She said she wanted. Anyway, just about every Friday night, my friends and I would hang out at Absinthe, the local Goth club. The cover charge to get in was cheap, and they didn’t serve alcohol, so a twenty year old like me could get in. That and the fact that it was one of the only two clubs in the entire freaking state that actually played real Goth music (with an occasional smattering of Industrial, Punk and Dark Wave) made it pretty damned appealing. Perhaps unsurprisingly, Rachel was also a frequent patron of. The bulge under Cathy bore witness to my arousal state. The trip took almost an hour during which I almost creamed my shorts several times. Of course the mode of dress of all the girls was very short shorts and halter tops showing a lot of delectable bare skin. Their general attitude was "If you've got it, flaunt it," and believe me they did have it and they were without a doubt flaunting it. Now you might get the impression that I was totally innocent. WRONG!! While all that naughty stuff with. The music is soft and relaxing, I like it but now I can no longer hear the sounds from around me. What if someone else arrives or maybe my admirer is an ugly pervert after all? I wait & get lost in the music. A hand touches my right leg and gently moves it sideways, oh god Chris is with me, watching me, touching me. I can feel my heart thumping. He can see everything up close I am totally at his mercy. I hear a banging sound and then some tugging on the silk leg extension. I realize I’m being.