I felt him kneel behind me as he poured more wine. This time, he slipped between my legs and swallowed the wine as it rolled over and dripped from my ...ussy. His mouth, his tongue was close enough to me so I could feel them but he never actually touched me with them. His hands held my ass, his fingers digging into me. The wine flowed over me, coating my pussy. I was begging again, begging to be fucked hard.Then the tone changed. His hands lightened on me. His touch was more caressing, less. Inside me it was like a dam burst. I started repeating over and over. "I'll be good. I promise."The more I promised to be good, the harder Martha cried. After an eternity, Doctor Johnson told Martha to take me to my room. That didn't mean a thing to me, but Martha seemed to understand. Pulling me to my feet, she directed me out the door and toward the left.As we exited the room, Melissa and Mr. Morgan rose from their seats and moved toward us. Martha hugged me to her while turning to put her. He arched his back like the most content of cats and shook his head. “No,” he added sleepily, his fingers closing more tightly around my shaft. “You sure?” I asked and slipped my middle finger into him. He turned his head and gave me the most provocative grin imaginable, as if to say ‘go on, I dare you.’ Which brings us back to the muffled sounds of laboured breathing. Stefan turned out to be a natural at the art of being fucked quietly when the occasion called for it (which it usually did). I. "Why? What did we do?" Malcolm asked as he straightened out his dress."Just do as I say. Get inside."Malcolm grabbed Bobby's hand and they went inside the house.I wanted to break up the party then and there but decided to wait, it wasgetting late and the kids would be going home soon anyway. For the rest of the party, Malcolm and Bobby sat next to each other onthe couch holding hands. When Bobby left I saw them kiss goodbye. I knew I had to have a good longtalk with mom and Malcolm.4THE.