.. No, not really. Why?" She suggested a cold shower for you. I'm surprised she didn't turn the pitcher of water over your head." Well, that's a littl... embarrassing. But did you SEE her?! She is easily the most beautiful girl I've ever seen!"Stan said, "Yeah, she's very pretty. But you could just about be her father. She's too young for you."His words were lost on me; I didn't want to hear that. The rational side of me was trying to tell me (based on past experience) that girls her age were. The tongue smaller, the face smooth against me. I don't even care at this point. My adrenaline is pumping and I'm high on this orgasm. My blindfold is untied and I see you instantly. Behind you was quite the audience and I started to feel embarrassed so I crossed my hands and crossed my legs and asked of you quietly. "Who just played with me right now?" I inquire. "Do you really want to know?" You fire back. I thought about it for a brief second. Regardless it was pleasurable but if another man. But this story initially does not center on me as the object of a sexual assault or of me committing an act of indecency, no this is about how my mind works during a sex act being committed on another girl.Dressed like a sex siren, in stocking and booted to mid thigh, I was looking for cock on the night in question, in fact, truth be told we all were. We drank wine and drifted into shorts, Vodka and Gin, and talked about men and cocks, all of which for my part, made me fucking horny and. He got behind her and moved close. His rigid, waving cock smacked her ass. ‘Take me, Lonnie! Please! Oh, God, Lonnie, put it in me!’ she cried. Lonnie rubbed his cock through her swampy wetness and heard her gasp, then she began groaning and pushing her bottom back at him. ‘Shove it in! I want it in me!’ Ann wailed. ‘Please, Lonnie, I want you in me!’ The young man centered the tip of his swollen shaft on her opening, then he lunged forward, driving his wand into her once again. ‘Yes, Lonnie!.