I could taste the alcohol, smoke and I loved it. I was getting so hot, in the middle of the dance floor, my boobs bouncing being mauled by him, rubbin... his dick and making out like mad. He realized we were getting out of control, and asked “do you wanna go to to some place more private?”, I did not want to spend the night with him today, but I wanted to fuck. So I said, “I and my friends have a car, its parked in the secluded parking, if you can walk me through it and carry me to it if needed. Writing with her right hand, the left holds a book; aging paper bound in what appears to be leather. You attempt to read what is already written but any title is obscured by her delicate grasp. The lamp in your hand throws light on the scene as you read words being committed to that page of the book in her hand… “…I know the wolf that resides in you. It once ran free, was allowed its desires, it wants – its needs satisfied almost indiscriminately, because back then it served a purpose and. She might not have been too happy about being kept hostage by a cabin full of nut cases either. It was very unlikely that Marsha was going to be baking me a pie, or anything else for that matter, for quite awhile.Undoubtedly when this was all over, everyone else would get in on the bandwagon and blame me too for this clusterfuck. Well they could all just wait in line. I gave Marsha another slap on her ample ass and told her to get it moving if she didn't want it to get shot up. I refrained for. He wore a t-shirt and rather short gym shorts.We looked at each other for a moment. I'm sure I was holding my breath; I was that nervous. Then, without saying a word, he slid down his shorts, revealing his cock. It was already erect. It looked like the photograph, about six inches long, cut, cleanly shaved, and rather thick.Without dwelling, and probably still without breathing, I reached out and wrapped my hand around the shaft. I had a significant lump in my throat but that vanished when I.