He didn't even know I was watching.James was still fucking me from behind. I was moaning, and my cries of pleasure were getting louder, until my moans...could be heard even over all the other groans and bodies slamming together in the room. Hearing them, Matt looked up and saw me in there for the first time. For a moment, a look of panic spread across his face - I think for a split second he forgot the situation we were in, and thought he had been caught cheating. It threw him of guard, to. That meant that it must be Harry who was pushing my legs apart and gliding his tongue along the soft sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Wrapping my arms around Greg’s neck I pulled his muscular form closer to where his hard chest pressed against my soft breasts. I felt Harry’s fingers spreading the lips of my pussy like the opening curtain of a show. Holding my pink curtains open, Harry became the star of the show when he stepped into center stage and his tongue held me breathless as it. "Stop fighting it and give in. Give yourself to my ass. You can't resist it, just let it take control of you. Surrender to my ass." He just lay still under her, his lungs burning and his brain on fire. In his oxygen-starved brain her ass was taking control of him. He couldn't resist it. It did own him. As he blacked out the last thing he heard was her mocking laughter. ******* Alana watched Josh's chest slowly rise and fall. It had felt so good to feel him snuffing out beneath. She put her arms around Bob’s neck and pulled herself up onto the toes of her flat sandals to kiss him deeply on the lips. Understanding that this was part real and partly staged, Bob slipped his own arms around her narrow waist, feeling the cotton move sensuously over her soft, bare skin, and kissed her back; meeting her tongue with his and matching its intensity; tasting the sharp tang of champagne in her mouth. She slowly broke the kiss with a soft “Mmmmm” and dropped back down to her heels.