‘Let’s go dance!’ Aaron yelled in my ear, trying to be heard over the music. Rammstein’s hardcore music was cranked up on the speakers. I nodd...d, and walked over easily. The alcohol hadn’t taken any affect on me. At least I thought it didn’t.. I was head banging, and fist pumping, then things started to get dirty when the music changed. I began to grind with every guy I could find. I became a whore when I drank, and I couldn’t control it. I shook my ass fast, and a bunch of guys began to smack. Would I?"Marty heard what his mother said, and thought of the words that described what he thought of his mother's tits, exposed as they were — deliberately no less — to his eyes. It was hard to concentrate for the boy when every single little movement of his mom's body made the soft balls on her chest jiggle like jell-o, and when those reddish stiff nipples only seemed to be getting bigger and stiffer."Your t... tits are great, mom. Just great..." Marty finally managed to utter with a mix of. Serah panted like a dog in heat, while I reached around and fondled the top of her mons and her clit, still driving away at her with abandon. With my fingers still moist with her juices, I spread her cheeks to look down at her little brown rosebud. Serah had never wanted any kind of butt-play. It had been a firm line that she'd never wanted to cross, and earnestly, I had never been interested. But a thing denied is often a thing elevated, and over time that little hole, so close and yet so. We had more cocktails and enjoyed watching the stars and the Milky Way which was quite visible. Later on we spotted a satellite moving silently and smoothly across the sky. A few times we were all treated to falling stars and a few shooters that would blaze and then disappear. It was magical.With all of this going on and the alcohol taking affect I decided to get close to my girlfriend and she reciprocated by touching me lovingly while she turned her head to kiss me. I growled a little which.