I didn't think of them as objects. They were still people with feelings and desires, dreams and lives. I couldn't make them drop what they already had...to devote their time completely to me. That was excessively selfish. Besides, I didn't know how long it was going to last. It might be for a few days, or for as long as we lived. That last thought gave me pause, spending my entire life with that group of women. Could I do that? I didn't know. I had been looking for one woman that I could be with.. We arrived early, and for the life of me, I couldn't see what he was worried about. There was an almost even mix of males and females, and everyone seemed nice. The booze flowed, and I was having a great time. Even Joel seemed to be enjoying himself.Around ten, things changed, an elaborate water pipe appeared. One with many mouthpieces, and a rather large bowl. Joel found me. "Be careful of that," he said indicating the bong. "It will have hash in it, and it will knock your socks off."I thanked. As much as I wanted her to carry on until I climaxed, I decided that even more I wanted to have sex with her.Carefully I reached down and smiling pulled Misty up so that I could kiss her fully. As I did so, I felt her vagina was wet with anticipation. I positioned myself between her legs and leaned forward. I was guided to the spot by Misty's hand and I felt those well-lubricated lips begin to part as the tip of my penis began to enter her. I knew exactly how she felt. 12 hours ago I was. I was thinking it looked like that the whole time I was driving home then I saw something protruding from the corner of my sore nose. It was a dark curly pubic hair. Vida didn’t have so much as an 1/8th inch long pube on her body. Who’s fucking pubic hair was sticking out of my nose I wondered. Then I wondered who’s fucking cum I had been eating. I couldn’t break it off with her, was unable to stop myself. I didn’t mind that she was using me, that she fucked with my head so much. I didn’t mind.