The thought of touching each other was like stepping off a cliff. Granted, she hadn’t said anything about me touching her, but I think that concept ...as somehow intermixed with arriving at a place where she could touch me.“Let’s go to my room,” she said, standing up.I didn’t ask why she wanted to change rooms. I didn’t even think about why she might want to do that. Looking back on it I think she felt safer in her own space. I found out later it was because her bed was a queen and mine was only. She downed the shot without hesitation. I lost the next round and then beat Shabana again, each of us drinking our shots. By now I was really buzzing and it appeared that Shabana was as well.My friend’s wife started dancing and swaying to the music. Somehow Arif was lucky and didn’t lose much, he seemed unbeatable. The next time Shabana lost, she went over to the bar and picked up the shot glass, but then she hesitated saying that she was getting pretty drunk and didn’t think it was a good. Not that I wasn't ready or wet enough before then I was soaking wet. His aggression was a huge turn on for me. I wanted to hold back. I tried to hold back. I wanted it to last longer but the third or fourth stroke made me cum everywhere. It was running down my legs and ran out all over him. I think when he felt the wetness he lost control because he sped up the tempo and pounded my pussy really hard and called out some other woman’s name. I was in bliss so I ignored the comment. I did, however;. Although the lights were off, I would be mortified to be caught with a raging hardon. She had a bottle of wine opened and a glass already poured for herself on the coffee table. We spent the next couple of hours playing board and card games in front of the fire. I realized the tension was a little awkward as she tried to have forced smalltalk. Your birthday is coming up next month. Youll finally be a teen! Yeah, I smiled, for her sake. I extended my leg to keep it from falling asleep and winced.