She arched her back and took in the sensations of being fed on. After a few more minutes of intense stimulation, she had what had to be an out-of-bod... experience. Suddenly she was looking down at herself from above, as men were surrounding her from every angle, some playing with the nymphs molesting her, some moving closer to get a piece of the queen for themselves. She could feel first one masculine hand paw at her, then several. She just kept her eyes shut and held her hands behind her. Over the next ten minutes more members of the club drifted in and joined us for the usual after meeting socialising. I sat beside Alexandra and ran my hand up and down her thigh. She put her hand on top of mine and left it there. This physical intimacy with her sent my hormones racing. As I neared the end of my pint I whispered in her ear. ‘So are you going to invite me back to your place for a cup of coffee?’ I asked, half jokingly. ‘All right,’ she smiled back. I raised my eyebrows. She. " It's OK," I reassured her. "You said the important stuff." We're going to have to go, aren't we, Jackie?" she said. "At the end, the last thing she said was she'd have to let our friends, hers and mine, know, tell them she'd finally found me. And they'll pick it up sooner or later, Ashley and his people, won't they? Oh, God, I hate leaving here, we've made such a wonderful life for us, and little John is getting close and I wanted so much for him to have it, too, but I know we can't stay.". To say that I felt a wave of pleasure would be an understatement. The butterflies in my stomach were going bonkers and the tingles zipping from my tits to my clit and all the way down my thighs was incredible! And here's the wierd part: he wasn't even "model-gorgeous" or "surfer-boy", which is usually the type of guy that I'm attracted to.Chris was totally different, in MANY ways, which I will explain later. I must have been in there for fifteen minutes because I heard Sandy call my name. .