You look at the door funny wondering what the fuck I am doing here. You open the door stepping to the side using the door as a shield.Poking your head...out you ask, “Can I help you?”“Yes,” I say, “Can I borrow your phone?”Looking me over odd. Six foot four clean shaven and decent clothing you feel no threat other then the fact of your pussy dripping like a water fall. You roll your eyes slightly trying to be a good soul you let me in despite your best judgment. You open the door wide and say. While Bill was an average guy and from the same mold as my husband, Dave was six-two, ruggedly handsome, and solid as a rock. His wife, Meggan, was fiery redhead and I had often noticed her explosive dance style. I knew that Fred was already looking forward to sticking his cock inside her (not least because he told me he was). We could hardly wait for class to end, and drove straight to Bill and Linda's house. We got there at the same time as Bill and Linda did, and went inside. I remember. She has been both mother and father. I know nothing of what she has had to do to keep the family together. If she was keeping it together with LTJG Fuckhead helping her out, I really can’t complain.Her developing a relationship with someone else, is that really her fault? If I had been with her here she would not have even given LTJG Victor MacDonald the time of day. I believe I know her well enough to know that her reaching out to him was not 100% sex. I’ll bet the percentage is closer to. In between all this I managed to look up, I saw my boyfriend at the side of the dance floor with a drink watching. He smiled at me and gave me a nod. I knew he was ok. I also realise he wasn’t the only one watching what was going on! Somehow my bra was unclipped, my dress was pulled down and my bra was removed, I tried to cover my big tits but the guys pulled my hands away sucking on my stiff nipples and playing with my big tits. I felt so exposed and yet so horny, I had lost track of how many.