At that moment, all I wanted to do was to please you; I loved the decadent feeling of slowly masturbating myself for your pleasure. Then your fingers,...two of them, thrust into me, curling to find the sweet spot at the front of my vagina. Oh Christ, was I ready to cum, but you stopped. Just like that, you stopped and you sat back on your heels, and started to lick the fingers that had been in me, whilst the other hand was stroking, the now, very impressive length of your cock. I’ve made the. When we had finished the drinks, we went back to the bar, ordered another two along with a couple of shots and went to take a seat on the closest sofa to the DJ box. We discovered that there were bar workers that went around table to table selling drinks so we decided to stay here most the evening, rather than having to queue at the bar. It was great doing this with Emma, although she had turned eighteen a few weeks before I did she wanted to wait until I turned eighteen before we both went. That was it. No, that wasn't it. Chris was his father's son. He'd never had any trouble getting girls, and he'd never had to lie about it. If he said he had screwed Cathy, then he had. It was that simple. Don felt sick about it, but not half as sick as he did when he recalled his own curious lustful glances directed towards Cathy's bikini-covered body, towards her high young tits and her ripe little ass."Of course, I can trust Cathy," Gwen was saying. "I'm certain that she's a virgin-I'd stake. A tall athletic blonde, her hair cut very short. Gina loved her openness and direct approach. Almost like a guy, but never blunt as them. Always gentle and great, and with a sweet seductive smile.She spoke Leslie only shortly on her crowded partly. Welcoming her. And shortly before she´d left. Gina had a bit difficulty to remember every detail sharply. It was her first party where she drank some alcohol. But she did remember that suddenly Leslie popped up and asked her, whispering to her ear so.