I felt like tilting my head back and screaming with the pain. Or lowering my chin to my chest and sobbing to myself. But instead, I just sat like an i...e statue and watched. Frozen as I watched their hands caress and explore, giving hand signals as to much they loved being coupled together and loved each other’s bodies.My eyes were locked on the sight of Francis’ muscular black ass rising and falling with a hypnotic regularity and forcefulness. Each time the long downward thrust winning a sexual. I tried to participate at first, but it became rather apparent that my comments on makeup were worse than useless and that my thoughts on fashion 'hopelessly chauvinistic'. Can I help it that I think short skirts and high heels are sexy? Well, rather than become the target of their next gripe session, I decided to visit the facilities and check out the evening's crowd. On my way back to my friend's table. I noticed the woman I had seen earlier. She was still sitting alone, but she. It doesn't stop me from reaching down and lifting the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and throwing it out into the darkness of the middle of the room. You take advantage of the situation and tackle me, rolling me over onto my back and kissing me again. This time the kisses trail off, across my cheeks and down my neck. I'm soon left helpless, unable to kiss you or touch you well as you move downward, out of my reach. The desire to enjoy the feel of your mouth and hands on my breasts. Then the guys got in a debate about football. It was fascinating to watch, even though I know little about football. Eventually, I got my legs back and got up and got myself another drink. As I poured, I looked at the guys who had made me orgasm like I never did before. Little did I know, I would hang around these guys all summer. Russell, Devon, and Josh eventually had to leave, and I kissed and hugged them, then actually walked them to the taxi because they were too wasted to drive. Now,.