Together they embraced, his hands fumbling for her button`s, the dress gaping open, revealing her naked body, their lips welded together, they came to...ether like young lovers he lifted her onto his erection, the great organ sliding into her wet sex easily, the urgency of their mating scr****g her back to the rough kitchen wall. Now he began his wild strokes, bringing them both to their respective climaxes, his seed this time filling her body in great hot spurts, her body limp now, impaled on. She stretched across the back of my seat, turned my head around, gave me a kiss and breathed “ Thank you” in my ear. All enthusiastically agreed to the beer and snacks plan, and continued their activities as I parked the car and went and went and bought the stuff.We continued to the toll booth, just before which Niharika closed her dress without buttoning it, but continued to very slowly pump my friends’ cocks. As soon as we passed the toll plaza, the guys pulled the sides of the dress to each. We had hit three bars and it was getting late when Gerri suggested we call it a night. She said that we were all pretty wasted and that she had to open the gallery the next day.In hindsight, Gerri was the only one of us that had any sense at the time.Anyway, Marie response was to say to Gerri, "I'm a big girl now Mommy and I going to go party some more." Then she turned to me and asked, "What about it? Feel like partying some more?."As I was already pretty loaded when I said, "Sure, what else. You’re horrible.’ But, I couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, as embarrassing as it was. I had to laugh, because if the rolls had been reversed I may have done the same thing. We’re two peas in a pod, Amy and I. I slipped my arm over her shoulder. ‘Just horrible.’ We went to a pub that night after I put the Daniel Radcliffe signed sex book back in my hotel room. Amy told the story again and again as more of our friends arrived. Every time she told it, I drank more and more. I don’t think I.