We were friends with all the couples except Julies cousin and husband who live in Houston, Let the party begin!The parade gets to the ball around 9pm ...nd the party goes to 4am. They'll have 2 or 3 bands schedule and always somebody good too. We drank, caught hundreds of beads, ate and partied all night. Julies cousin, who was very cute, and about 35 or so and her husband, well he was 6'2'' and was very athelitic, were staying in the same hotel as we were. Around 3am we had enough and I was. After a while he started to move his finger towards my pussy hole and slightly push it in, he didnt go deep enough to break my hymn but deep enough to try and loosen me, he put in another finger and started stretching. His mouth still attached to my breasts moved away and found my lips again. He started kissing me rougher than the first time as he put a third finger into my throbbing entrance and with his thumb he was playing clit until he stopped and as soon as he did, I felt a blinding pain. I grunted manfully, then squealed like a little girl as cum blasted from my pee lips. I squealed again and tears filled my eyes as successive blasts erupted and pleasure saturated my loins. I was acting like a girl. Like that girl in the mirror. The shame of it. The raw, sexual excitement of it.I lay on my bed gasping and panting. After a bit, I reached for my nightstand and extracted three things ? paper towels, personal lubricant, and my cum-stained copy of the culprit behind all the changes. ”“Not today. I’ll see you in the Vortex room, after I find the infirmary. My head’s killing me.”“Ok, bring me some aspirin, too, will you?”“Sure boss, whatever,” she said, stumbling out of the room.I was showered, shaved, and dressed, in record time. I arrived at the Vortex room, only two minutes late. To my surprise, and joy, Bruce looked no better than I felt.“Cheers,” I told him.“Don’t you start that again, TJ. I think I’m going to swear off tequila, for the rest of my life. God, I feel like.