He flicked a button on the table and the lights in the cabin dimmed, and I knew he had me, and I think he knew it too.I leaned in to kiss him and slid...my hands up to his strong shoulders. He put his hands on either side of my neck and held me in tighter as we kissed.Ugh, I wanted him so bad now. I moved over so that I was on top of him in the seat, my legs spread across his and my crotch aching. He ran one of his hands down my spine, sending tingles through my body until his hand squeezed my. Surprised, she asked, “What about your girlfriend? Don’t you want to spend it with her?”“I guess. I’ll ask her if she wants to come with me.”That was not what his mother meant, but she’d accept that. At least Benny was coming home for the holiday. She didn’t mind if he brought his girlfriend along. After a moment of thought, she realized they had been dating for quite a while. Hopefully, she might be attending a wedding when he graduated college.She said, “Call me when you know if she’s. "Usually, not all the time but usually, a woman's vagina gets wet when she's ready to have sex," she said in her characteristically blunt manner. "It's your body's way of preparing you to be penetrated. Believe me if you can't get wet and you're about to have sex, make sure you have some lube around. I've kept a spare bottle in my purse since I was fourteen."All of these changes to my body, all of these revelations about boys and masturbation and getting wet, all of it was enough to implode my. At around 2 a.m. I laid my girl down on a tatami and undressed her, began fingering her pussy and sucking her tits. She began to moan and I stripped her and spread her. I wanted to fuck and I was drunk. I don’t remember a lot of it – I could hear moans from fucking in rooms on all four sides of me when I started, but I can’t cum after I’ve had a lot to drink. I remember by the end we had a crowd – 8 or 10 of the girls from downstairs and their clients standing around watching me fucking.