As soon as we arrived a glass of wine was put into our hands and then we were whisked off to the dance floor. After a couple of drinks I felt fine, a ...it giggly but in control; after two more I was gone. My current dance partner took me to a quiet area and we started to snog. I don't think I ever knew his name, but he was the first guy to ever fuck me.My lack of resistance spurred him on; his hands found their way under my rather conservative clothes to my virgin body beneath. I can still. I think I was hoping one of them would jokingly suggest I take my wet clothes off and let my skin dry by the fire, but instead they became more and more reactionless to my complaints. Each time I thought about making a move, my heart started pounding, and one of them would start talking about something else. Finally, when the right moment of silence came around, I said, "Do you have a towel?" "Yeah," Seth said. "Why?" "I'm gonna dry off. You guys have already seen me naked. It's not a big. She squealed again as another orgasm swept her body. Beth pulled his lips to hers and probed deep into his mouth with her tongue. Logan took this opportunity to ease his cock into her wet pussy, and she wrapped her legs around his hips. Logan pushed his cock in as far as it would go and held it there for a moment. As he started to withdraw, she locked her heels under his buttocks and pulled him back in. They fell into a rhythm. He would withdraw all but the head of his cock, and she would use. He made it just in time."Hello." Chris, I need you." It was Shahia, and she sounded awful."I'm coming." He listened for more, but there was nothing. His coach would be mad, and he might be off the team, but he turned and ran. Fortunately they didn't warm up wearing sprigs.He made it in seven minutes. Shahia met him at the door, handing him another letter. Then she collapsed into his arms crying.This letter was the Department of Immigration and Citizenship. In dry, official bureaucratic English.