"Do you remember Mark?" Myboyfriend rose and held out his hand, but Chelsea ignored it, huggingand cheek-kissing him as well."Ah never forget a handso...e man," she said with a flirty expression anda gleam in her eyes. I think Mark was a bit taken aback, but herecovered fast and beamed a smile back at her. 'Typical male,' Ithought - 'such a sucker for a flirt!'"Nice to see you again, Chelsea," he said."Y'all are looking better than ever, hon," she complimented me as I satdown again. "Ah just love. I could learn to love this guy, and I’d sleep in his wet spot anytime. Stop it!!! I dig the cock ring out of my purse, and slide it onto you, pulling your cock out straight, as I do. You laugh, and I do, too. “You didn’t think I was gonna let you get all soft, and not satisfy me, did you?” I ask. You are getting harder now, but I know I need to be really ready and open, or it is gonna be too flabby. I dig the vibrator out of my purse, and lay down across the bed. It feels so good against me.. Most of them were alreadydrunk, but even the more sober ones were going completely wild, dancingand flaunting themselves wantonly.He was so glad he'd thought up the idea of SlutFest.Their fraternity had needed some way of getting people's attention, andit had been left to Bob to work out how. Parties were old hat by now,just more of the same old girls and drinks. They needed something special.Thinking it through, Bob had finally hit on an idea: a competition tofind the biggest slut on campus.. Her nipples were very dark brown, proud and erect and set in large almost perfect cirled areolae.Hetty was very well preserved for a lady of - I guessed in her 60s. Silver/grey neat neck line hair and big ear rings. She was tall and sort of willowy but all there in the best places I could see when dressed. My hopes were high if she joined us totally, I love the mature women. She was also up for whatever life threw at her as her tweed skirt dropped followed by a nice sensible pair of white.