I was so needy, I wanted him right there. Could I? Dare I? Throwing caution to the wind, I met his look with a catlike grin. “Don’t talk, just fuc... me.” “Hey, that works for me babe…” “Shut up.” “It’s cool. I’m…” “Shut up. I don’t want to know your name. I want your cock, nothing more,” I yelled over the music. A name to go with his face would make it personal. This was raw animalistic need, not a prelude to something more meaningful. I moved my hand to the fly of his slacks and found his cock. It turned me on knowing that other guys were watching me fuck that guy under me, and at the same time, get fucked by the guy on top of me. Shit man! That was hot!''I could tell that the guy that was in me was getting real ready to shoot off! His body tightened up and got all rigid. I knew he had a rubber on, so I let him cum in my ass, as he was using my ass hole for all it's worth. He was really humping and bumping my ass, which then kind of made me do the same to the guy under me.''Mike, I. There were 8 friends attending and Helen had arranged for us all to wear t-shirts with “Sian’s hen party 2019” printed on the front and back. This made us stand out in the crowds and we drew attention from various groups of guys as we moved from one bar to the next .I was also wearing a bridal veil and had “L” plates attached to the front and back of me. As we went from bar to bar the tipsier we all became and the braver the men were who approached us and flirted with us. The number of guys. By Friday she was beside herself, trying to choose what to wear. She settled on just a white silk blouse, which jauntily she left one more button open on (not that it revealed anything, but for Emma, it was the first step) and a navy skirt, which did come just above her knees. She still wore sensible shoes, and her underwear (what was she even worrying about it for) was not anything special.She was just a couple minutes late getting to Donald’s house, she had made one wrong turn and had to.