'What do you think this party is for?' he asked. I told him I didn't know, but I was going to find my husband and leave.'"I think you'll find he's a l...ttle busy right now, ' he said. Again, I asked him what he was talking about. He pointed to a room across the hall. I walked over and opened the door. I almost fainted. There was Paul, naked, fucking some woman on the bed. I screamed at him and he looked at me and then just went back to doing what he was doing." Oh my God, Christie," Diane cried.. The wind was now strong, cooler and gusty, so I was a little cold. His arm on me felt good. Neither of us said anything for a long time. Then, I looked at him. He had passed out. Chill out, indeed, I thought.I touched his face. No movement. I don't know what came over me. I reached down and slowly slid his pants zipper down. He wasn't wearing any skivvies, so I was able to grab his cock, and pull it out of his pants. I just love the feel of a cock. It is so soft, warm, and delicate. Frank was. ‘Another year, another couple of hours to waste as everybody goes last minute shopping’.As my mind started to wonder, thinking about Jenny, my neighbour’s daughter, who had also recently just had her eighteenth birthday and had celebrated by going out and getting hammered on the local club circuit, I failed to notice that I had blindly walked into a construction site. I stood dumbfounded for a moment as I looked around to find out where I was, how I got there and how the hell I was supposed to. The intense sensation rode that fine line between ecstasy and torture, wavering as it crossed over to both sides. That battle was like a drug to her. He spanked her again then entered her cunt roughly, forcing himself all the way in. He smiled as he felt the constriction from the toy and the taught muscles in her body as she struggled with being filled beyond her limits. He was calling her every filthy name he could think of, as if she didn’t already know she was his cock-sucking whore. She was.