“We attend a party every other weekend or so.” “And you just watch?” I ask wondering what the fuck. “No, I always participate, but I like ...aking shots, and filming some too, so the other guys get more of her than I do.” He tells me. “Wow,” I repeat, not knowing what to say again. “You should come play with us sometime,” I hear. “Uh, sure, just let me know man,” I tell him, hoping this conversation would just go away. Not that Ash is bad looking, just the opposite, she is built like a porn. I wonder... I opened the bathroom door after finding unlocked and slipped in noiselessly. Hey, my house, my bathroom. Before I could get another word out, I became transfixed at the vision in front of me and watched her begin to soap up those luscious breasts and saw that perfectly-rounded ass bob up and down as she began to wash her hair. Her back was to me and I was going unnoticed this entire time, but it almost seemed like she was putting on a show for me, and that made all the more. The violist didn’t waste any time as his hand disappeared into my skirt as I felt him pull my panties down, almost ripping them off on the first attempt. A gasp escaped me, not in horror but the fact I was not sure how he might react if he discovered I was already wet from the way he held me. My fears were proven to be irrelevant as he slammed his lips against mine and slipped his tongue in, only to pin my tongue in a different kind of missionary position. I could taste remnants of the red wine. As she climbed the stairs, the man closebehind her began to paw at her buttocks and legs. He ran a finger up the seam of her stocking andstroked the welt and then the bare skin above dark band of nylon. Michele's cock twitched in herpanties."God you've great legs girl; and a fantastic arse! I'm Ron by the way," the man said; his face inchesfrom Michele's buttocks as she mounted the last of the stairs.Ron half pushed Michele into the bedroom where she had gotten dressed earlier in the.