Your rings, your clothing, classy. I became self-conscious, my face, my look, my body. I flexed almost involuntarily, and then looked up. Now your eye... were in a magazine, but you felt mine all over you…your curves, full breasts, big ass. I liked your nose, your cheekbones clean hair. I waited, you would not look up. I sent you a message, telepathic, unable to block it…’Baby would I like to fuck you deep!’ I looked down again, attempting to read, feeling my heartbeat. Your eyes were on me, I. Era took me upstairs. There was a sitting room, a master suite, and two more bedrooms and bath. Era asked me to allow her to freshen up. I said sure, but if you would like to shower, I would love to wash your hair and body. I would love that Mike.We got naked and stepped into a big shower. There were dual heads and a bench. And the bench was heated. Era looked good. Her hair was just passed her shoulders. Her breasts were a nice round B+/C with pronounced nipples. Her body had a little extra. She loved the way he would sit quietly while his best friend bragged on his deeds. She loved the way he would change the subject and give her a wink, as if to soothe her love struck heart. Though he generally only said it when her body was against his and the house was quiet, he loved the girl with the golden ring. He loved her delicate laugh, one that delighted anyone who could hear it. He loved her big blue eyes and soft blond hair. He loved her fingernails and the base of her neck. He loved. She now stood before them completely naked, basking in the moonlight and the torch light as a few of them wore the LED elasticated head torches that runners and cyclists often wore in the dark.She seemed really at ease, which at first I found quite surprising, then remembered that she was still partly drunk and no doubt turned on by all the attention and cocks being wanked in front of her.I sat her back on the table with her legs spread wide apart and the men gathered closer around her, wanking.