You gasp. Your body shudders. Not a word escapes your lips. And your ass presses harder still against my cock. A Chinese word. I don't understand... Could you be saying, “Oh God”? Could it be “Stop”? I hesitate but your hand flies down to mine, covering it and you stroke yourself with my fingers. The little button, like a tiny cock, pulsates, rises, demands attention. And when I touch you again, your juices flow freely over my fingers. “My mouth is dry,” you murmur. “Do you. " "A what?" I had heard of swingers parties before, but I was in disbelief that Brad wanted to take me to one. "A swingers party. A party where couples go together to fuck and swap partners. You've never heard of it?" I paused for a moment. Not so much because of the party Brad wanted to take me to, but the part where he said the word "couple." He had told me so many times that we would never be more than friends. I didn't like the thought of seeing Brad with another woman or of being with. I feel my pussy twitch; you gently spread my pussy lips, and then slowly lick from the bottom up to my clit. I moan as you push on my clit with your tongue. You suck on my clit causing me to let out a louder moan and I grab your head and hold it in place as you continue to lick and suck on my pussy. You continue until I can handle it anymore and I pull you up to me kissing my juices off your lips and I capture your hips with my legs pulling you towards me. “Fuck me, now” I demand . Trisha agreed to set our hair and do our make-up after we had shopped for a formal gown and shoes. She told us that Sherri was a good seamstress who would make alterations to our gowns if needed. We quickly changed into casual outfits for shopping and then headed for the Goodwill store. Trisha had told us that they had a large collection of pre-owned formal gowns, bridesmaids and prom dresses. She was right, we found four large rows of hanging dresses in all different colors and sizes. I.