Quickly you close your legs. "Open up bitch!' I demand. Hesitating earns you smacks on you enormous breasts, you assume delivered by me. "Open your fu...king legs up!" I angrily order. Reluctantly spreading your legs, you observe all the eyes looking at you. All of a sudden someone is pinching your nipples and then another fingering your sloppy wet pussy. You know this is wrong but can't stop moaning. Just the thought of these strangers using you and making you a total slut makes your cunt get. Curves in all the right places, amazing breasts, and beautiful skin. So the night was going well, everyone fairly hammered enjoying Led Zepplin and passing misc d**gs around talking about hockey, and other topics sure to be forgotten by sunrise. I found myself quite often alone with my new female friend talking about personal current passions, and issues. Following each other to and from the rest room as girls do. Then rejoining with the guys for more relaxed discussions drowned out by smoke. The women were thrashing all over as Herb fisted them. They even came at the same time. Herbs hands were covered with the juices of both women. Herbs cock was the hardest it had ever been for a long time. He knew he was going to need release soon. What Herb wanted was to butt fuck Trudys virgin ass. He had wanted to do that to her ever since the first time they fucked. But Trudy wanted Alexander to be her first there. But maybe today she would give in and let Herb have her bowels. This. ‘Ladies and gentleman, I give you Frankie Layne!’ There was warm hand-clapping because Frankie had established herself as having a lovely voice, although rather drowned out by the band. This time, however, she virtually knocked them off their chairs with a glorious sweet-voiced rendition of ‘Oh Mein Papa.’ The auidence stomped, cheered and shouted. ‘Well, just one more – what will it be?’ One choice rose from the vocal melee. The boys of the band had come up from the cellar when hearing the.