Her clothes, what little there was of them. Cheap white knickers; if they got ripped, so what? Stockings the same. Her bra, again cheap and with the s...raps loose so her ample tits could easily be exposed. Most importantly, safeword issued, just in case things got out of hand.The time arrived as I left her to meet up with guys. I was to check they'd arrived and were still up for it. Kerry was free, for now, to get herself worked up about what was about to happen. I would be returning to Kerry to. But no matter how obscure the stairway location was, I must have been asked by over 100 guests if I could sneak them onto the floor. My response was the same, “Unless you have a floor ticket, I cannot get you on the floor.” Most people understood and did not persist any further. One particular couple, however, seemed to push all my right buttons and this story is about them. He was about 20 years old and she was about 19. Both were intoxicated, yet neither was holding a drink, so I presumed. I slowly went down and removed her pants and turned her the other way. I wanted to feel her arse. It was silky and my hands couldn’t get enough of them. I went down on her feet and started licking each feet finger. She simply moaned and moaned. I slowly rolled back up, with my tongue licking her legs. I slowly came to her thighs. They looked sexy in pants and I desired to hold them when I first saw Sheena. Now I had them. I started kissing her inner thighs and as I came towards her pussy, she. When we were 13 we played a game of "I'll show you mine if you show me yours". It was a Holiday weekend and we were in my grandparent’s basement. I coaxed Aunt Dee into lifting up her shirt and eventually pulling it off while I dropped my pants. We fondled each other a little bit but didn't know what to do. To us it was like having sex. I remember her tiny tits and small nipples. They felt so soft and warm. A few moments later I had her pants down to her knees and was fingering her bald.