There I proceeded to rip off her panties and bra.The tearing of her bra strap sent her into total submission. Iguess it reminded her of our play **** ...cenes. I started fuckingher while she lay on her back. But then she requested I fuck herdoggy-style. When my wife request this position, I know I have herright where I want her. I was fucking her for almost 5 minutesbefore I noticed 2 black boys staring at us through the window.With my wife's face looking down as I fucked her, she was unable. He was so passionate and truly wanted this. But why me? I mean, it's not like I am not cute or anything. I have mocha skin, midnight eyes and hair. Five foot three with curves and I know how to accentuate them. Generally, I was appealing but I’d never had anyone have such a strong reaction to me before. It made me feel powerful. It made me feel beautiful. Rarely had anyone made me feel wanted. It was addicting and I wanted more. He moved to drop to his knees but I stopped him with a hand to his. I let my fingers explore, feeling her heat and wetness, feeling her need. I slid a pair of fingers inside her, feeling how tight and wet she was, feeling her try to slide down to get my fingers in more deeplyIt was incredible -- I was damn near having sex with my girlfriend's best friend in front of probably hundreds of people, on a dimly lit, crowded dance floor. I took a deep breath and thought, fuck it. I turned her so her ass was to my groin, and lifted her dress. She understood, and. She was so messed up. Had Gunther fed her something besides beer and weed? She knew about date-rape drugs and how lots of older girls got fed them in their drinks at parties. But that was college-age girls, not 10th graders. None of her friends had ever been roofied.Hand on the wall for balance, Rebecca approached the stairs and gazed down, bleary-eyed. Be careful, she told herself, grabbing the handrail. Descending one step at a time, turning at the mid-floor landing (her own stairs went.