He could still sense some last drops of sticky male juices seeping from the end of his well-satisfied cock.The poor girl was visibly blushing as she c...ntemplated her shameful conduct in the tiny pantry."Uncle! I have had the most interesting conversation with Marshal Hardin. He has made quite the impression on your sister's sheltered child." Sit down Marshal! I need to palaver with you about a matter of some import."Wes sat on the comfortable leather chair and watched young Miss Agatha Hawkins. "That feels so good" Wilma whispered into my ear. We laid there for a minute or two afterwards. Then Carl tapped me on the shoulder. "Hey boy, its my turn now. Quit hogging my pussy." I rolled off of Wilma to see Carl standing there with a hard little dick. Carl climbed onto Wilma. "Carl! Wait, what are you doing? I can't have two men like this, Carl!" Wilma protested and tried to push him away but she was no match for chubby Carl and he pushed his face into her cunt. He knew what he was. She pouted and told me to save it for later. We broke off our grind when the trance music came on. It was good because I was about to cum. We danced like crazy then, her hair flying all over the place. Every time her hair passed me, I could smell the shampoo she used.Half an hour later, when both of us were tired and sweaty, I suggested we left the place. We walked off the dance floor and went to find for her friends but they already went back and so did most of my friends. The only ones left. "No, Gerry." Why do you always turn down my invitations to do something together?"Isobel bit her lip and looked down at the ground. He deserved an answer. She looked up again."I like you too much but I can't let myself get involved."That was entirely truthful even though it left a lot unsaid. Gerry realised that and his response was equally careful."OK, I can quite understand that but I enjoy your company and really would like to see more of you. I promise not to put pressure on you for.