For an instant, time ceased to exist, and the girl and I were one being, one single body in our own universe made of pure pleasure.We remained togethe... until long after out orgasms ended, locked in a passionate embrace while we were coming down from our sexual high. For what seemed like an eternity I could feel her pussy twitch and clench around my cock, still trying to draw every last drop of semen from my balls. Finally, she relaxed her grasp and opened her eyes. Her lips found my mouth and. I thought it was a great idea, and practical, so I called to check with her. My wife thought it was a great idea.Harry finally showed up and we made our beer and wine stop on the way to Pat's place. The party was in full swing when we entered, with people everywhere. We stuffed what beer we could into the fridge and put the rest and the wine in one of the many coolers that lined the kitchen floor along the wall.The house they rented was big. The kitchen opened up to a great room with a huge. Opposite the restaurant was a movie hall which was showing the movie Boys Don’t Cry. I had heard that the movie was good, bought a ticket and was waiting in the lounge to enter. The movie being a very serious one there weren’t many around – around ten maximum. Amongst them were a couple, three youngsters, and a tall negro. I entered the hall, chose a seat – there were no numbers on the ticket. The others entered too and chose their seats. The movie was not started for quite a while, probably. I needed to change some things..." Like, everything," I said, caressing her back."Seems like it," she nodded, then stretched sexily out to reveal her nudity to all. "But since Michael gave me to Mickey as her personal slave..." Lover," I corrected her."Sorry. Call me whatever you want," she said, fluffing her golden hair out with her hand. "But I wanted to be alert and aware and clear-headed for my mistress. Dope was out, pussy was in."I gave her a nudge."Of course, I'm also a one-man woman.