But no, not here and not now, this is all for her. I just want to sate her need and satisfy her desire. Kissing again — you can't kiss too much — ...nd fingers pushing into her tight, wet, quivering pussy, her breathing is ragged and her heart pounding. Distracted and focused on my fingers, I return to her nipples and breasts while still stroking the inside pelvic area of her pussy which elicits the loudest moans. My thumb pressed between her labia, stroking and rubbing her clit, she bucks her. But we were heavy drinkers then. A shot for laughs, and few more after that, plus the drinks in our hands. Who were we trying fool? Swapping cigarettes back and forth and praying it might taste of our mouths. It’s strange how I didn’t think of a****ls until you touched me. That night, on the hood of the van. Your hands over my own and on my neck. A phantom now, I still feel it. In my mind, like a shutter on a camera. Capturing bits and pieces of moments that alcohol did not deteriorate. We felt. ”“Rule One is this is all for Connie. She’s in charge. She won’t be on all fours with one cock in her mouth and one in her pussy, pleasuring us. This is her weekend. If she wants one or both of us to do something for or to her, we do our best to do it.” Sam’s shirt came off his bare chest, and he stood naked, his cock gently pulsing in time to his heartbeat, but he spoke as matter-of-factly as if he’d been discussing the weather. “Okay?”“Sure. For Connie.” Will’s breathing was now. He skipped grades, read in the library during lunch, was always in those braniac things the school had, and the worst of all the way he dressed and had these braces. Not only that his hair was way shorter— it didn’t suite him at all. ‘Stop it,’ I whine trying to get away from him. He lets me go even though we both know he could’ve easily kept me contain. ‘I plan on going out later to get a dress for the mask ball tonight. The one your works hosting? You better make sure you get to dance with.