Realizing this, I had to remind myself not to give in to the images that were forming in my mind—forget that! I was trying to keep my erection from ...rowing to full size by distracting myself with images of defecating cows, really... with very mediocre success. My hormones just decided to go with the flow and insist on exploring this burning thirst unquenched.Before I lost myself completely in this attraction that threatened to shatter my thus far unrelenting conviction about my sexual. All of these guys were already staring at her, watching hungrily as the guy attempted to invade her with his finger. The guy started probing around the edges of her panties, eventually pushing under them with his thick, long finger. Lia tried to wiggle away as the man's finger finally found it's target. Lia tried to scream, but one of the guys immediately started pouring his drink into her mouth, gagging her as she coughed up what tasted like rubbing alcohol, but was really just the house. Even a quick look told me we were the focus of most people in the room. And, although it was fast, the look revealed no face with a disapproving scowl, but several approving smiles on the mouths of at least three women.I took a sip of my wine. We shared a laugh together as his hand toyed outside me. He undressed my clit. The nails of his fingers brought the hood down. The face of his thumb drew taut circles around my ragged bundle of nerves. I squirmed in my seat and came. My pussy dripped its. When I drove onto the field, Craig was already there, drinking beer with friends of ours. They were amazed when I recounted my story. As they had been drinking for a couple of hours, they began making up stories about me being a real ‘biker babe’, and what my initiation ceremony had been. We set our tent up, watched a couple of bands and drank late into the night, around the campfire. As the night went on, Craig became more and more excited about my brush with the Desperadoes.The following day.