I wondered how far their minds wandered. Did they just fantasize about seeing my breasts? Did they want to see my whole body? Did they want to touch m...? Lick me?...Did they want me to touch them? Suck them? Fuck them? That night I waited to see if Chris and Mike would come again to drink some beer. Nine o'clock rolled around and I figured I was in the clear. I again put on some lingerie, a black crotch-less bodysuit, and found one of your gangbang videos and put it in the DVD player out in. Eventually he reached his climax. Apparently she knew his rhythm well enough to gage the timing. One moment he was down her throat, the next she had pulled clear and he was spewing his seed all over her face. White fluid splashed on cheeks, lips, and nose before oozing down the front of her body. As the flow diminished she once again took him into her mouth and began to milk his cock of any remaining fluid. She licked all around him until she was sure he was as clean as possible, then very. I went to the tobacco shop across the brick-paved street and bought a short clay pipe and a twist of what the clerk claimed was Dutch-processed leaf but tasted more like floor sweepings. I found a place to rest my back, tucked my root behind my thigh and puffed away until the golden girl emerged, wearing a small, tri-cornered, green- velvet hat with claret-colored feathers that matched her obviously-expensive dress which was dark green with reddish-purplish trim and fit as if it had been sewed. Tonight, he could have stepped out of an MTV video, looking so good that I felt positively dowdy alongside him. But he was the same Gary underneath it all, and as we took up our positions at the front of the dance floor, and the crowd began to push in around us, I realized that I was going to get to know a lot more about Gary's "underneath" than I'd expected. Stretch-jeans never left much to the imagination when you looked at them. They leave even less when their owner is wedged against your.