They danced several times; and as the evening went on, John could tell she was getting a little drunk. As it got later and later, people started to le...ve; by then Cindy was spending all her time with John. They danced a few more times, but she was so drunk that he had to catch her a couple of times to keep her from falling.That was when Eric came up to John and whispered in his ear, “You should take the little bitch to the back bedroom. She’s been asking for it all night.”John put his arm. Instead Linton looked away,his hand went back to rubbing his cheek awkwardly. He could feel thestares of everyone on him. He knew what was expected of him as the 6'3,built, captain of the rugby team but he couldn't do it. He couldn't hitArt."Sorry, Linton," Art was the one to speak first. Linton still refused tolook at him."S'okay," he mumbled."I mean it. I didn't mean to hit you. I was just..." It's okay. Don't worry about it," he stopped rubbing his face, "Didn'thurt anyway. You barely even. For Annette the meeting was normal but Louise was completely disconcerted to see her mother and the others waiting for her."Has something happened, Mum?" she asked."No, my dear." Oh Gawd! Have I done something?" No, my dear. I just wanted you to meet Annette's mum properly and her fiancé."At this Louise's face lit up and Sharon continued, "Louise, this is Annette's mother, Deborah Cooper, and this is her fiancé, Richard Hoddinot who I work for." Hello, Louise," said Deborah. "We didn't really. She always had her legs spread just enough to allow me easy access to that wonderful black patch.I casually stroked my finger up and down along her always exposed labia. I would curl her pubic hair around my finger. My finger would find the soft space between the outer flesh and the extended labia, it would move slowly and gently up to the edge of her bush. I traced a line along the fine point where her hair ended and the smoothness of her belly began. My hand would move along the soft skin on.