"The band started and Jane left the table without drawing any attention.When the master of ceremonies opened the dancing to all of the invited guests,...Jane was gone. Ray turned to Amy, an attorney who was sitting next to him and asked her if she wanted to dance. Amy said she would be delighted too. Ray stood and helped Amy stand by pulling back on her chair. The other ladies at the table noticed them going to dance and wondered if Ray had already made his choice for the evening.Watching Amy. It only took a moment for one of them to get the nerve up to walk up behind me and take over for my naughty hand. His own hand was colder and rougher but I did not mind. I hadn’t had sex in months and needed some…I rested my body on that drawer, allowing this man, David, to stick a few fingers into my dripping pussy. He worked them in and out as he spoke to the others that I was already fully wet and my cunt seemed to be on fire…As the other men walked over to us stripping off their clothes,. My phone immediately started buzzing.I ignored the “Oh my god! Hey!!!” and every text that came after her second text: “I don’t drink coffee .” Why would she type ‘sad face’ when there were perfectly good smileys, I wondered.“They have iced tea, milkshakes, baked goods. Don’t focus on the coffee.” I redistributed the best advice my brother ever gave me. My phone buzzed in staccato on the coffee table as I dozed.Several minutes later, Max woke me up by squeezing my hand. Her fingers were cool. I didn't understand the significance of this, except Father once called me, I believe he was refering to me in that instance, a big-headed little bastard. I don't believe he knew I was within the carrying distance of his voice, nor did I understand the significance of his words. A bastard I certainly was not; big-headed, I certainly was. I confirmed this by comparing my head to my peers. Mine was larger, by several centimeters to a dozen, depending upon the boy measured. I didn't ask any girls,.