Batgirl hadn’t known what to expect inside, and she was relieved to find the lighting low and the music loud. She should have known that the Student... Union would have ‘atmosphere’ high up on the agenda. She paused to look around. The hall was smaller than she’d expected, quite cosy really. A small stage at one end was covered in DJ equipment, big black speakers and light show paraphernalia and the dance floor in front already contained a healthy throng of gyrating ‘personalities’. Along both. It continues for a couple of minutes and I begin to feel something I have never felt before in this position, the early stages of an orgasm. I get excited as I have never had one in this position with just a hard-throbbing cock, coming in and coming out with such vigour. I think… oh wow! But then he comes out completely, panting and I think no don’t stop, I was getting there. He doesn’t stop but this time with fingers, working both in and out my pussy and around my clit. I am in heaven. I. Lets go. We walked back to Rons to get the table and stones.. Ron nodded and said How you doing Harold? as he picked up the table , turned and left, ignoring him. I grabbed the heater with the stones and followed. We reached the stateroom and Harold opened the door with his plastic and we entered.. He sat the table down and unfolded it for me, then took the heater from my hands and plugged it up nearby. T-Thanks Harold I stuck my hand out to shake his. He looked at it, turned and stepped. Doug followed at a more sedate pace which almost reminded me of my parents. "Now I thought a rugby player like you would be here first. Come on lets have a look at all these muscles" I taunted him while pulling up the front of his shirt to reveal his big hairy chest. He said he had stopped playing rugby a couple of years before but I was admiring his fair skin untanned, apart from the parts of his arms that had been below his shirt sleeve. I had never undressed a guy before and even seeing this.