The overwhelming essence of testosterone in the place was palatable and as he took his first sip of his wine. This was exactly what he had been hoping...for. Marty had entered butch heaven and the tattooed bodies surrounding him were a source of incredible gratification, which pleased him enormously.Acting totally nonchalant, Marty relevelled in his laid-back indifference. He presented an air of ennui, challengingly sending out a signal to say that if anyone wished to approach him, they had. At first she didn't want to be my date but after some convincing she agreed to go. The night of the wedding I picked her up at her house. She come out wearing a sexy tight blue roughed mini dress with shiney tan pantyhose, beige high heels...her makeup and hair were perfect, with her amazing tits just teasing you in the tight dress. She looked so amazingly hot. The wedding was a great time with drinking and dancing. By the end of the night Vicky was hammered and it was time to get her home. I. ”“In what way?”“In any way that she can. It depends how the other woman feels about things.”“Such as?”“Well if she were here right now she would want to be cleaning you up and then she would want to be preparing me to fuck you again.”Dawn began to visualise it.“She likes to prepare the woman too.”“Prepare?”“Yes,” he responded. “For instance with you she would have wanted to take you to a clothes shop and bought you some nice clothes to wear for our date; some very sexy lingerie as well. Then. Julie laid her head back and closed her eyes. She was drifting and couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything. She felt lightheaded, dizzy, but not nauseous. ‘Let me loosen you clothes, Julie. You’ll be more comfortable that way.’ she heard Mike’s voice in the distance. It sounded funny, like a cartoon. She felt his hands undoing her dress and then pulling at her panties. She thought she was yelling ‘No! No! No! Stop it! Stop it!’, but she wasn’t sure. There was a hand over her mouth and she.