We went to the dance floor without any introductions. The music was so loud words would have been wasted. I stood on the dance floor as she turned aro...nd and pushed her ass against me. She danced and moved to the tempo of the fast pace music. I grabbed her waist and followed the motions of her dance more so as a courtesy. Like I said before my mind was on the Piggy Bitch and nothing else. When this was over I would leave, go home, and jack my big cock to tributes I drew of her. While those. But weren’t you supposed to call 911 when someone died? ‘My boyfriend died and I don’t know what to do,’ I said. ‘I’ll talk you through it,’ she said gently. ‘I’ll talk you through it.’ — In a blink of an eye, my life changed. The Halloween decorations looked sinister. I walked through my days as if I were surrounded in a grey cotton cloud, or wading in a murky stream. I didn’t talk to anyone. I didn’t answer check my personal email. I wrote the articles I needed to for work, but I felt like I. He placed the two drinksbeside me then went around and turned on the stereo. The music wasrhythmical and very cool. He then got in again.As he sat this time his foot started to rub the inside of my leg andwithin a few minutes was gently rubbing my cock. This made me hard and Iwanted him to continue.He said, "Opps, I left my drink over there."He stood up. His foot rubbing exercise had made me hard. It had also madehim hard.His huge cock was fully stretching his white (now very see. ”Again she didn’t flinch at being called a slut. This was good news but now time to take it up a notch. Women, especially young girls, have many pet names for what lies between their legs. I decided to come straight to the point and use the ‘C’ word. I was interested in how she would react.“Use one hand to reach down and spread your cunt lips.”Her eyes opened almost imperceptibly but I watched her right hand slowly descend. It trembled slightly as it reached between her legs and parted her lips.