He placed his strong hand on my thigh and stroked it gently. "I like how smooth you are.", he said with a deep voice, which made my heart beat faster....I reached out and felt his hard bulge through his pants. I felt a rush of excitement when I realized I had made him this hard. His hands were exploring my slim body, his right hand running down my back and grabbing my ass, and his left one still stroking my inner thigh. I opened his zipper and took his hard cock out of his jeans. I loved how hot. But her being there this morning was enough evidence needed to prove that she didn’t give into temptation.Then there was Coralline Brewer, the heavily tattooed 21-year-old art student had no problem staying away from alcohol, and had no problems with all of the drunken clumsy hands rubbing all over her scantily clad body all night. She kept a poker face all night and was even encouraging some of the more shy guys to grope her perky breasts.“Now remember Ladies,” Pepper continued, “we only have. I grab a drink on the way back to meet the girls, who are still dancing. Steph comes back from her man and we start chatting about what I just did. She calls me a slut and slaps me on the ass. After a while we head to the next venue, a nightclub. Inside, we immediately head to the bar for more drinks, then on to the dance floor. We danced for a while with a few guys coming and going but none interested me. Two of the girls had disappeared with their guys while Steph had run into and old friend. I was in a private hostel in Bangalore then. I was around 23 years and doing some technical studies. There was a lady just next to our hostel. She must be around 30 with two children. I used to sit outside my room and sing songs while playing guitar and my hostel mates used to gather around me to listen to me singing. This lady used to give me looks. I used to reciprocate. slowly the looks turned into winks and she reciprocated. This went on for some months till i got a job. we used to.