‘Was it necessary to dance with every man who asks you?’ He asked huskily. He had her trapped between him and the balustrade. ‘I like to dance....�� ‘I’ll dance with you.’ Excitement shone in her eyes and she was about to pull him back into the ballroom. ‘Let us go then. The music is so lovely.’ He kept her firmly within his arms. Brushing his lips over her cheek caused a delicious shiver to run through her body. ‘I was speaking of a different sort of dance, Vivian. One where you…and I…are. The evening started raucously and grew wilder. thirty-three guys, seven girls… you can imagine, right? Well, you’d be wrong. For a start we were all seated, lined up along a single long table, eighteen per side and two, the future football pros, at each end. And every one of them was a gentleman, seating us politely, talking to us quietly, bringing us drinks and filling our plates… it was nothing like I’d expected, in fact it was almost “normal,” as though they were rehearsing for the fast. “Oh! Dear! What will you think? I'd really like to fuck your arsehole.”“Great! I want that too. Let me work on getting you hard again.”I went to work sucking his cock. When it was stiff again (I think that was made easy by his anticipation of fucking my arse) I asked him to put his erection into my cunt to get the mixture of my cum and his as lubricant, then he pushed against my anus. He was very tentative at first, until I reached behind me and pulled him forward into my arse.“Are you OK,. He had been fingering her rosebud since before she could remember, but having that massive thing forced inside her little asshole on her seventh birthday was far more painful than she expected. She learned from her sisters that the fingering was meant to teach her how to stretch, so she wouldn’t be injured, but it was still supposed to hurt. Trish looked to be enjoying herself though, as she pushed herself back into his thrusts. She was probably the wildest of her siblings; she seemed to love.