Phoebe looked at the setup doubtfully. “You can’t be serious,” she said. The look on Miram’s face said that she was. Phoebe took one step back...but, finding that the other girls had closed ranks behind her, she had nowhere to go. So she stepped up beside Miram, grasped the shaft with as much courage as she could muster, and then—It was like the entire world fell away. Before she knew what had happened they were soaring through the night sky, Miram sitting with poised confidence on the thin. After many hours of deliberating on what to wear, she decided to go for the black dress which was simple yet sexy, moulding itself to the curves of her body. She resolved to smoke her eyes with black pencil. For some reason tonight she felt daring. Who knew what fate had in store for her.As usual her friends met up with her fashionably late outside the club. As they walked into the club, nearly every guy turned and looked at Libby. She was looking incredibly beautiful tonight, yet she was. I pretended not to feel the hot pulsing rod which situated itself in my crack a few minutes later. A quick look down revealed a pair of legs behind me, with jeans pulled down on the feet. An arm extended from behind and began traveling along my chest and stomach till it grabbed my manhood and tugged on it a few times till it became stiff. The cock in my crack wiggled about, sending pulses through my whole body. I continued working, stifling the urge to move my ass around that dick. A second. Caroline giggled. She looked at me, then at Aunt Anne with wide-open eyes and a big beam."You know what that means, Anne!"My aunt blushed."I certainly do! Jack and I in the 'room with a view' next to Lucy and James!" she replied, and blushed."Well Anne, it's entirely up to you..." Jack said, as he leaned forward and fondled her bum through her dress."I know," she replied. "We'll see."Again I was left feeling the centre of a conspiracy, but nobody attempted to enlighten me."Brilliant!" said.