. horny.” “Me too,” Matt responded. Then the DJ announced, “Let’s speed things up a bit.” As the beat of the music intensified, Matt took...me by the hand and spun me around. My mini-skirt flared. Everyone and anyone got a nice clear shot of my bare ass and my pussy. At that point, the liquor and the music and Matt had stolen any inhibitions I may have had. We dirty danced, grinding against each other like teenagers. I glanced over at Frank. Sandy was not holding back. She had her skirt inched. I didn't know why that fascinated or aroused me as itdid, only that I couldn't get enough of seeing it - or, now, of wanting tobe dressed the same way.Shauna laughed as she saw where I was looking. "Hey pervert," she said,but softly so that only I could hear it. "Don't call me that," Iprotested. "All right then, Alan," she replied with mock seriousness,emphasising my name. Thank goodness she wasn't using the femalealternative with which she'd rechristened me. "Listen, about last night ..." I. I reached out rubbing his trouser front without batting a eye lid he said go on pull it out you won’t be disappointed, I unzipped him slowly and reached in to pull semi hard cock out not as big as Adam's but by Christ a hell of a lot thicker as I rubbed it slowly making it hard, Charlie said he didn't have a rubber but I didn't care I was as horny as hell and wanted a good fucking, I stood up and pulled my panties off straddled Charlie and lowered myself onto his cock that felt like a bollard. He looked at it for a long time, probably a minute or more, and then looked across at me. “This is fine work. Do you know who the photographer is?” I had to smile; it was quintessential Louis to notice the quality of the work first rather than the beautiful subject. “Yeah, Alli has his name.” “Does he do other commercial work, or just portraits?” I nodded. “According to what he told her, he’s a commercial photographer first and foremost, and the studio portraits like this are sort of a sideline.