She didn’t consider herself even bi-curious, but watching them was making her even wetter. Jeff moved behind her and began running his hands over he... and up under her dress. She became distracted by the sensations of his hands moving over her ass and reaching around to her belly and down between her legs as he kissed her neck. One of the other men moved towards them, undressed except for black boxers that were tented with obvious arousal. He reached for her face and looked at Jeff. Seeing. Her breathing was ragged."Comfy?" I asked her in a light tone.She looked back up at me with a languid expression, her eyes unfocused and her mouth open. Her breath, when she could catch it, was in short gasps; most unladylike, but incredibly appealing. I thought I detected a slight nod in answer to my question, but it could have been another spasm passing through her.I tipped her head over onto my shoulder and sat back to wait for the second half of the concert. About a minute later I felt a. Very nice. I felt my dick begin stiffen."So how can you help me?" I asked. She replied "If you'll walk me to my room, I can help relieve your stress. I give great head, and I know a sure fire way to make you forget about your troubles." My dick was really coming alive now. I told her I was game, we finished our drinks and left the bar together. As we walked toward the lobby it occurred to me that she was taller than me, and her walk was just a little bit masculine. Alone in the elevator, she. I would have thought of it as akin to a delightful bowel movement. Maybe that's what good anal sex feels like. I loved it! Pierre could make me feel anything it seemed without even doing anything to me. He was doing things to me with his fingers that I thought only happened in science fiction stories. He spent a fair amount of time on my arms. It was pleasant but wouldn't have been very erotic had my senses not already been overwhelmed. Perhaps he felt I needed a few minutes to relax. By.