After a few minutes, I feel my skirt being push up around my waist and a big hand reaching in and rubbing my pussy. I stand up and take off my skirt. ...hen one guy takes me over to a little couch. lifts my legs up and shoves his dick in me. Oh god, it felt so good to feel his dick fucking me. All these men were standing around watching and stroking their boners. One of them put his dick in my mouth, and I licked the tip and then took into my mouth about half the shaft. He came in my mouth real. I think I figured out where second base is. My right hand was now finding some purpose as it slowly lowered the zipper at the back of her dress and then eased each spaghetti strap off her shoulders. As her dress fell away I laid her down and allowed my kisses followed its fall and began exploring each breast and all the areas around them. They were marvelous, firm, lightly tanned (no tan lines but that didn’t register just yet), and capped with areolas the color of rouge and nipples that were. In high school, she would often sit next to me and she would talk to me about which guys she liked and what parts of their bodies she liked. I would tell her the same thing about the girls a liked. Overtime, I conversations became more explicit. When I was a senior and she was a junior, she teased my by telling me about her experiences with her first serious boyfriend. She told me how warm his cock felt, how much bigger his cock was than when she saw mine when I was 12, the feeling of pride. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Before Andy had arrived in the lounge room I was losing weight, fast.Real fast. I was a chubby fellow for most of my life, always had troublegetting rid of fat but I lost over 20 years worth of bodily harm inseconds. I don't know where the fat was going but it was disappearing. Itfelt disgusting, like a thousand straws were drinking my fat away. Iclutched at my evaporating bulge, trying to save what I had beendesperate to lose for years. By the time it was.