I'd never really been into music beyondenjoying the radio, but Iceberg changed that. Jessie told me she'dflirted with an older guy till he bought us a...l a couple of bottles ofsome alcopop, and we guzzled them after she'd lost him in the crowd, andwe went to the dancefloor. And it hit me... The speakers, as tall as me,pounding out notes deep enough to hit me in the crotch, the beautifulpeople moving to the beat... I was lost. I don't remember the rest ofthe night until Jessie towed me away to. He now slid his hands under her mini skirt and was feeling the outside of both thighs. While he was doing this she could feel her skirt riding up her ass. He backed a away just for a couple of seconds while leaving one hand on her thigh. She felt him put his second hand back on her thigh and also felt a huge piece of meat between her legs! He took his cock out! She was flabbergasted but so horny she did not resist. She was very horny but also very afraid that this stranger would try to slip his. Only the chosen ones would ever normally get to find out how ‘hot’ such women really are. ?I liked discoveries like this.?I watched this close up for quite some time. Mesmerized by it. ?It looked very much like the reddened, stimulated flesh was pulsating. Moving, as though it were alive. Indeed it was all moving. Petra’s inner musculature, tensing, relaxing trying to adapt to the stimulation she was feeling. Trying to absorb it. Even at this point she wouldn’t be able to think, or focus on. We had been recovering OK from that incident and even getting turned on by parts of it. She would tease me about how could my one white dick possibly compare to six black ones. And wouldn't I like to see how that black meat looked sliding between her pale pussy lips.Abruptly the hot talk stopped. She still fucked when I instigated it but didn't seem as excited. What was going on? My questions went nowhere. A couple of days later I asked a neighbor if she'd seen anything unusual. Yes, indeed. A.