As usual these days, my feet were apart. Anyone looking in would get a real good view of our genitals, and they could take as long as they like, becau...e we were asleep. I glanced outside without moving my head, and realised that the noise was a camera automatically winding on to the next frame. One of the girls was taking a photograph of us. The other two girls were also there, and they were all whispering to each other. Not really caring what they were thinking, but wanting to get a bit of. In fact, I knew he wanted me so I said, "That feels nice, Dylan, here," and I slipped my top out of my shorts and put his hand up inside.It was only a few minutes of him squeezing my breast before I asked him to reach back and undo my bra.Now, this felt right. His nice warm hand roaming across my breasts rubbing around my hardening nipples. Mmm.Well, time does pass and it was getting late so I told Dylan he could come back home with me tomorrow if he wanted and, guess what, he wanted to.So,. The man leans down and picks the girl up. Hey eyes are half open and vacant. Another man takes her and half carries her off the dance floor. People around us have cleared a little space for the incident but continue dancing. I look down at the wetness on my foot and in the pulse of the strobe light I see it is bright red. I rest my hand on the large, hard chest of the man and try to examine my foot. I can’t feel a thing. Is it even my blood? He sweeps me off my feet, literally, and carries me. But the truth is that she is actually way nerdier than I am. Girl owns two Star Trek uniforms. Two! I've even overheard her and her boyfriend Mark roleplaying as Uhura and Kirk while fucking. I may have masturbated while I listened, but we've already established that I masturbate to everything. It's like I have the sex drive of both a man and a woman, assuming both of them are nymphomaniacs. Mark is also a giant nerd, but a pretty cute giant nerd. I've always had a fantasy about shooting my.