Your gaze settles on your female sex, lightly surrounded with soft dark hair silky smooth to the touch of your fingers as you gently caress your pussy...lips. ‘Will his fingers touch me here,’ you ask yourself, and you hear yourself answer ‘Oh please, I hope so.’ You apply your make-up and add your favourite perfume You go to your lingerie draw and take out your best underwear, lacy black bra with matching thong and suspender belt. You know he would like to see you in your suspender belt, his. I held her tightly and my wet cock brushed against her creamy ass cheeks. ‘Oh thank you, thank you,’ she cooed as her body calmed. We went back in the house and used the laundry room sink. I washed my cock off in the sink and then dressed and returned to the party. Charlotte stayed behind after I left and I did not see her again that evening. It was ironic that Charlotte and I had hooked up twice in other people’s homes and had fucked in Russ’s van. I returned to the party and was pleased that. He was certain that she had d**gged him. Probably that glass of wine she had given to him. He was aware of only two things; his cock being bounced up and down on, and the sense of darkness closing in around his field of vision. The darkness felt like a soft hood being wrapped around him, comforting, yet he still tried to resist. He let out another groan as she slammed down into him, bouncing mercilessly up and down on him. His groan was a gurgle as saliva came out of his mouth, soaking the. Um, um, oooh."As she's yelling at me, I can see that she's also having an orgasm as she lays back down moaning and rubbing and out of breath.I just stood there and when she recovered, she sat up, red in the face, and said, "Please don't tell Mom and Dad, Frank, please." Then she added, "If you ever do, I'll tell them about your porn mags." God, Robin, I'm not going to tell anyone. Why should I. Everybody does it. Big deal. By the way, you're very pretty."She seems to have forgotten that she was.