It was weird, I couldn’t see what was going on, but my shorts were being tugged down and were around my knees as she started stroking my naked cock...and I knew it had grown, I could feel it throbbing in her hands. I wasn’t expecting the next bit, all of a sudden there was warm air around it and then something warm and wet and it was a few seconds before I realise she was licking it. Fucking hell, the bitch was licking my cock, I never knew this happened for real, only in dreams. Then it was in. I raise my head, nod and smile to let him know that he must not stop. I lower my head and close my eyes, his hand grabs one breast and begins to twist my nipple. I squeal and squirm slightly while his other hand rubs my sweet spot harder.Mark kisses my lips gently then with more vigor. My tongue reaches for his while he continues to massage my breasts and clitoris. His hands rub my pussy. His fingers feel amazing as he is rubbing my clitoris and he slowly starts fingering me. I start to moan. ’ ‘Maybe I should’ve got you a pint,’ joked Greg. Kate laughed with the rest of them at his insinuation. As the evening continued Kate sipped her wine cautiously. She had come to tonight with the intention of taking Greg home with her so she didn’t need his obvious attempts at getting her intoxicated. The evening carried on simply, with someone bringing in a stereo and treating the group to some music to help the atmosphere. Kate found she got on quite well with the people gathered there. She. "Ronnie sent me out of her apartment with another hug, saying, "Get outta here and go make Martha a big dinner. And hug her and kiss her and tell her you love her. Go on."I made a huge pot of beef stew for Martha. I had bought a silly kitchen apron with a picture of Disneyland on it, and I spent all afternoon in the kitchen, cutting up potatoes and shelling fresh peas and cubing the beef. And feeling ambitious. Humming. Telling jokes to myself. Being with Ronnie that day had struck a note in.