I remember checking my moral compass then casually slipping it back into my coat pocket. We are on the dance floor really getting into it. She whisper... something about making her friends jealous so don’t hold back. As I look down her shirt from behind, my penis feels as if it’s going to rip a hole through my pants. She throws her head back as I plant a gentle kiss on her neck while taking in her scent. She tilts her head and the tips of our lips meet but do not engage. As we continue to dance. Need a hand?" I asked."No, it's OK. This is easy, keeps me busy but out of the way," she giggled. "Much easier than cleaning down the patio anyway." True," I chuckled glancing over her slim girlish figure and wondering what she was like to fuck."Like what you see?" she asked with a wink, shocking me slightly as I thought I was being discreet."Very much so. Matt's a lucky guy," I chuckled."I'd like to think so, but sometimes you need a little confirmation from other sources," she said breathily,. It was like he was the Harry Houdini of fucking and clothing escape was his specialty.We were now down to our boxers, our erections pressing through our shorts and rubbing against each other as we kept grinding. I placed my hand on his and he placed his hand on me and slowly jerked it off through his boxers. He guided me to stand on my knees, lowering his body through my legs and pulling my boxers down, fitting my cock into his mouth as he sucked on it slowly, building heat in his mouth that. Running through D.Q. Three's equipment list in my head, I immediately seized on the thought of the Swordedge Armor. Monsters won't like that much, I thought, and chuckled.Rummaging through my magical bag, I managed to locate a suit. Grabbing it carefully to avoid cutting my hand off on its spikes, I tried to pull it out of the bag."Ah, fuck," I cursed when the armor wouldn't come out of the bag. One of a kind item, and obviously somebody in the group with the Hero is wearing it. Oh well,.