"This will win her for me."Later that afternoon, Clare's birthday party was well underway. She sat onthe couch in a black turtleneck sweater and jeans... which smelled of cottoncandy due to the body spray she used. Her toe nails were done in purpleand her fingernails in a hot pink. Reggie's present was the last she had toopen."Great, I needed a new bathing suit for my honeymoon." Clare said as shelooked at Jason. She got up and headed for the bathroom. "If you'll excuseme, I want you to see me in. ..." Impatient for true satisfaction, Russell suddenly rolled over, trapping a lost Selia beneath his tense body. His spread fingers clamped on either side of her thrashing head, calling for her attention. Selia stilled suddenly. Blue eyes popped open to the present. She drew her legs up sharply and clasped them around his waist. Then the thrashing began anew, and with vengeance. Possessed by an overwhelming urge to spare him nothing, she huffed and grunted as she struggled to widen the spread. They were headed to Jack's house party. Peter hadn't received an invite last year, but every interesting story that Peter ever heard came from that night. A lot of them were about hooking up and getting fucked up, not all good, but they were enough to fill Peter with high expectations. It was lucky that he had started working as an intern at the same office firm as Jack at the same time. They went to the same school and university, but never really talked up until that point. Jack was one of. Her innocent mind pondered as to the reason why it was always coming up with shockingly perverted imageries to get her fix. “It’s just a phase,” she thought to herself. “It’s just a phase… After this one I am sure I will be back to being a normal good girl.”Unmoved, her left hand continued its restless journey across her agonizingly sensitive body, holding, caressing, pinching and occasionally groping shameful voluptuous forms that had, of their own volition, grown out of her unwilling, once.