Inside was a varnished wooden case, inside of which was, nestled amongst blue velvet a bright pink love egg with a long curved tail, making it look no... unlike a pink cartoon tadpole. She took it carefully and, using some lubricant also in the case, slid it within her with it's tail resting on her clitoris. It was lucky that she was wearing a dress and she now understood that instruction. The egg hummed slightly, vibrated once and stopped. Lyndsay took a deep breath and returned outside. To all. Light brown hair and golden brown eyes; her complexion was rich. A dark tan washed her smooth skin, and a lack of freckles gave her face and arms a porcelain look. I watched her as she nursed a beer and made small talk with the older man next to her, and couldn't help but to feel extremely attracted. I finished my beer and asked the bartender what the gal was drinking. "Stella Artois" was all she said as she looked at me. I suddenly realized that I had been so wrapped up in the girl across from. I can feel his hard, young cock pressing against my ass. Another boy came to the door of the kitchen. When he saw what was happening he said, “Bring the party back in here.”I was led back into the living room where they lay me on the couch - literally!! My sweater was pulled up. Young hands and mouths caressed my 34B boobs. My nipples grew as hard as little stones. My skirt was pushed up to my waist and my thong pulled aside as their young fingers began to feel how hot and wet I was. I became. Was I so desperate for a good fuck that I didn't even think if he had a girlfriend? Shit! He's in a band, dumb-ass! He's probably got HUNDREDS of girls lined up, waiting to suck his dick before he fucks the shit out of a half-dozen other girls, and they're all probably a hell of a lot younger and better looking than I am. I must be such an ass..."Nicki?" I said, timidly."Yeah, our producer: Nik Harper. We call him ‘Nicki’, for short. He's one of the best in the business." He said,.