They nearly always have a sexual theme to them, vicars and tarts, teachers and schoolgirls, that kind of thing. Last night's party was "Thongs Fishnet... and bodystockings". (Together with a sort of Roman Toga thing too!) So, late into the evening, about 40 people there lights down low and everyone dancing. It soon got a bit steamy with couples making out and touching each other up. As the evening got even less inhibited, some people started to make out heavily and it got a bit beyond second. A quiet whimpering please came from my lips as I pushed my hips back. My lover once again went back to sliding his long hard penis along my soft silky pussy lips.I reached down to guide him in but he stopped. My hand found his big fat cock and I began to pump my hand up and down it rubbing the head of his thick cock against my very wet and aching pussy hole. I quietly pleaded for him to fuck me with his big huge cock. He would pull away but let me pump my hand up and down his thick veined. I must have been staring too long, because I suddenly got a dig in the ribs from Tinks! She asked me if I'd make another cup of tea, so off I went again, still picturing what those magnificent nipples would look like under that top! I was gone no more than a few minutes, but when I walked back in, it took me a split second to realise that something had changed. Tinks was not on the sofa in front of me where I expected. She was laid on the floor in front of the log burner. Topless. Passionately. Back at my place, I went through the usual charade of making coffee, up to the point where I asked whether he took sugar – oh no, what other things about him have I erased from my memory! – when he cut to the chase. Him: Let’s go to bed. Me: Who said anything about us sleeping together? There’s only coffee on offer, tonight. He didn’t answer. He grabbed my hand, pulled me towards him and kissed me. For a long time. Him: Let’s go to bed So I followed him up the stairs and into my bedroom, all.