But I guess it’s the same for me…He gets in the bathroom first and, as I wait for him to finish, I only observe my toes touching the moquette: why...are they so large? I’m sure my feet would be way cuter if they were more slim.Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, he gets out. His hair is humid and an embarrassed expression shatters his common, almost banal face."Wait for me on the bed, I’ll be quick," I tell him. And, when I’ve closed myself in the bathroom, I suddenly realize what’s. He walks up to me as I back away, he reaches down, hikes up my dress and tears at my panties. I slap him across the face, I try doing it again but he blocks my hand, grabs me by my ankles, flips me over like a little doll and lifts me up by the waist, upside down, my thighs to the sides of his head and pussy staring at his face, holding me in place as I try to break free. Powerless I give in, his tongue starts to work his magic on me again as my thighs respond by squeezing his head. My hands. In fact, I didn't see anybody I recognized. So I decided to follow the two gals up the stairs and perhaps introduce myself. I figured at least I could get a phone number and catch them at a better time.However, I lost track of them in the vastness of the upstairs area. So many doors! They had to have gone into one of the rooms... but which one? There were no sounds coming from any of the rooms. Well, I figured, I guess I'll look in a few and see if I can find them. So I reached for the nearest. ‘Oh no,’ thought Paul; ‘dad has forgotten his box here.’ The club was about ten minutes away; he could drive there, give the box to his dad and mingle with his friends. After all, he was bored and needed something to do. So, he put on his coat, got his keys, took the box and left the house.Soon he was in his car, driving to the club with the box in the passenger seat. It didn’t take him long to get there. Round the back there was parking space, and there seemed to be an entrance to a big.