We were still dressed for services, one of the ironic twists of meeting on Saturday afternoon. In what seemed like no time at all we were at the party...and I was introducing Mary Alice.She did take her time getting naked, as did I. It was funny, but the first person I met was Frank. He and his wife Julie were starting the party with each other, which was kind of kinky in our social circle. I watched for a bit. They were on their sides facing me as Frank took Julie from behind. I had this wicked. You caress my stockinged leg, then my face, and then alternatelystroking and kissing my neck, sending shivers down my spine. You slowlyunbutton my blouse and now your hand has found the clasp on the back ofmy bra and frees my breasts from their confinement. In the haze of myown passion, I'm barely aware that I'm caressing the bulge in the frontof your pants.As you begin to fondle my breasts I'm startled to awareness for just amoment, but your kisses and caresses soon return my mind to a kind. Our friend offered some dry clothes, or she could just hop in bed in the spare room and get warm that way. She took off her clothes and jumped into bed with just her panties on. He said good night and went to bed in the other room. But she could not get warm as the house was so cold. Finally, after an hour, she was just freezing and she quickly ran to his room, knocked and said in a shivering voice, is there any way that she can lay in his bed with him so she can get warm again? He said, "Of. It's shocking after the long tease and causes You to catch Your breath, then moan. It's hard to keep Your hands at Your sides. I begin an even sucking up and down Your cock, all the time one hand playing with Your balls. A perfect rhythm that gets a bit faster every minute. Sometimes I twist my head, use my teeth gently, or the rough part at the back of my tongue, and You think this is it, I'm going to bring You to orgasm. But of course I don't. Worshipping isn't about an orgasm for me, or at.