I could not resist any longer. I just had to know how she tasted. My head moving between her legs before she understood what was happening. I touch...d her sex mound with my mouth and I lost control. Tongue and teeth ravaging in her pussy as if I was just now getting my first ever taste. It took me a moment to regain control. As I slowed and worked myself into rhythm; I then added one finger to the for play. Then another and yet another after a few moments. I had her undulating and gasping. ”“So am I,” the beast behind her said.She whimpered, and forced her heavy arms out to touch Art’s chest. “Please, let me rest. I ... still ... t-t-tingly.”Her touch sent Art back to the bed, and he made another growl as he set his hands on her hips; Matt moved his out of the way, and held her stomach inside. And then, the devil forced his hips upward.She bounced, and squealed. “Oh! N-Not so rough! Please, p-please, slow ... down.”Again, they didn’t listen. Art continued to thrust upward, not so. Every body agreed to meet up later at a bar across the street from our hotel. When I arrived it was only the handsome guy and two other men, his buddies. No one else showed. We played pool and drank. I found out that these guys had all gone to college together and just finished. They were about 24 or 25 and very funny. We had a really good time and I got a pretty good buzz on. They flirted and I was really horny but was not thinking of having sex with anyone. One of the guys said that we should. And Elizabeth did have something to prove. So, swallowing her embarrassment at the stares that greeted her on those first few visits, whether they were impressed or repulsed, she feigned a giddy confidence in her own body that eventually became real. Nowadays all the ladies of the Westforshire City baths respected and admired Elizabeth for her proud individuality, whether they found her attractive or not. As for men, some liked it, some did not. Elizabeth had learned that there were enough of.