I was the centre of my own little universe that day, moving around the tables and being hugged and kissed as girls do when men have a little too much ...o drink. Sometimes I would sit and watch those around me, and see just how oblivious everyone was to everyone else around them, so many false greetings, hugging and kissing, loud voices and some inappropriate touching of the women there, the ones showing too much, but then again, that was why they dressed like that. It was a big party, which. After midday I was watching TV, when I heard a strange noise at the back yard. The rear door was open, but everything seemed to be quiet.Suddenly one hand grabbed me by the waist from behind and another one closed my mouth, avoiding my surprise scream. There were those black men, laughing as they touched my body with their nasty hands. I could feel a growing erection between my buttocks. I was wearing a short summer dress and pantyhose, which were ripped off from my body in just two seconds. I. ‘It seems I need another shower. It’s your turn Megan–I mean Ms. Kelly.’ He went in first and started it, and she joined him shortly. They soaped each other tenderly, and kissed often, their slippery bodies pressed together. Leila had just recovered when they returned. Megan grabbed the strap-on dildo and handed it to Leila. ‘My turn,’ she told them as she handed Alan the bottle of baby oil. * * * Alan left them around two o’clock. They had fucked a few more times after Megan’s first d.p., and. I couldn’t believe it and i felt with my hand around her wrist and indeed, her whole hand covered in a glove was in me. She slowly started to pump her wrist up and down without taking it out and less then a minute later all my deepest muscles started to shake and I came with a limp clitty. An amazing experience.The next day my poor little hole was soooo sore.A few days later I felt better and I booked an appointment with a shemale I found online. She was much older then me, around 48 and sweet.