As the night went on he makes his rounds dancing with other girls, rubbing bodies, grabbing asses, protruding nipples. He teases her just as much, bui...ding up their urge for the night after. Bouncing to the beat of techno music, then to the rhythm of house music, slowly the forces of their pulls them toward each other. She sits at a table relaxing as men come over to talk to her, to ask her to dance, to buy her drinks. She humors them. All the while she’s thinking that she might not make it. Peering through at the hot couple, she had spread her legs a little and was still rubbing her clit. From behind her, I gently massaged and stroked her beautiful ass, then slowly slid my middle finger between her legs and onto the outer folds of her pussy. it was soaked. No surprise. Her breathing became erratic as she began rubbing her clit a little harder, still spying through the telescope. She was unbelievably already nearing orgasm. She had not cum this soon since I fingered her in the. We got back into my car and I looked at her. She smiled happily, "Yes! Your apartment!" I drove there quickly and we almost ran inside. I unfastened my pants as we kissed frantically and she removed her blouse and my shirt. We kicked off our shoes. I pulled her skirt up to her waist and we fell onto the bed. I entered her deeply and we cried out in passion at our coupling. Knowing that she was naked under that skirt had been driving me crazy! Now, I was mindlessly pounding into her body and she. When he was ready, I studied the wound. Shrapnel had ripped through his left thigh, leaving a deeply pitted scar. The scar itself was deep, rough, burgundy, and all around it the skin was ruddy and irritated. He watched me anxiously as I gently touched the tips of my fingers to his quadriceps. He flinched as I ran my fingers down the thigh to his knee, shin, ankle, and finally the arch of his foot. His skin was hot, but his muscles were firm, and he had no abscess. ‘Thank God,’ I breathed..