She immediately turned it off and put some slow smoochy music back on and we carried on dancing. Tim leant back watching us, but I think Jackie was to...ally oblivious to his presence. We were smooching and kissing and I was rubbing her ass through the material of her skirt. She loved me doing this and did not even flinch when I lifted her skirt and stroked her bare cheeks. Oh, boy, was he getting an eyeful and was my cock hard. Suddenly, Jackie let go of me and grabbed Tim and made him dance. I a couple of minutes I was balls deep. She asked me to slow up a little bit and grabbed the phone. She dialed a number and motioned me to start up again. "Hey Joanie, guess what? Yep, he is fucking me in the ass right now. No seriously, right now, and it feels great. What? You want to talk to John? Umm, OK."She handed the phone back to me. "Hello" Hey John, you owe me one." Yeah, I guess I do." I laughed.Amy was starting to take over control at this point. She was fucking me as much as I was. His hand strayed down to his erection, caressing it through the fabric of his denim shorts. Jasmine recalled how Rick had touched her, it was so different than George’s touch. Her hand trailed down to her breast, touching the tender skin, making her nipple pucker in response. Her fingers traced the hard rosebud, the water making it slide though her fingers easily. She recalled George’s excitement and rough touch last night. She compared it to Rick’s more gentle and unsure touch. She liked both. Despite his torment he had the presence of mind to wipe his face as he lay face down, with his head turned to his right. What he saw when he brought his hand in front of his face where he could see it, his saw fingers covered with spattered blood. The body of one of his companions hit the ground beside him, and the skinhead saw the beefy Italian's throat had been ripped out. More cries came from around him, and the skinhead dared not look up at whatever horror was around him, frozen by his own.