I felt sorry for Karen and thought that being a lesbian was a rare thing. I was naive in thinking that and feared she would always be alone. It was th...s fear and the vodka that kept me from covering up. I thought I was being nice for not freaking out that she was staring at my breast. The vodka shut down part of my brain where my shyness and innocence were kept. That was not the only thing that it did. It also unlocked something within me. I found myself enjoying her attention, and for the. It was like she was in shock. I pushed into her ass more and than began pumping in and out slowly. "Don't worry, you're not a real party slut until you've been fucked in the ass." She couldn't answer. She couldn't even speak. She just layed there as I fucked her ass, very deep at this point, breathing heavy and shocked by the feeling of my cock in her ass.As I pumped her ass faster, i reached up and grabbed her tits as they hung to the sides and pushed them together. I grabbed her arms. Addison was a bit nervous, could he be playing a prank. Could Greg not even be in the room and this was just a big tease? Her hands had a little tremor of excitement and nervousness as she reached for the handle and turned it. Addison slowly opened the door and noticed the room was dark, except for the faint glow of the candles on each side of Adam’s bed. The candles illuminated the room enough to show the figure of the man lying in the middle of the bed. It was Greg and he too was completely. .. i knew that my father's words were like us being admonished for stealing a cookie from the heavy jar on the back of the counter, and i knew that the sounds from the bedroom were like my friend and my's fun. easy connection? well it was to me at the time. i wanted to see, and my friend was loving it. i watched him walk back up to the unpainted house to a figure that, for unknown reasons to me at the time, made my guts churn. my friend had told me "it" could shoot sperm. that's what.