I was not sure if it was Carl's hands or the beer, I was feeling fine. Carl asked me to roll over on my back, which I did, and again; I was hard, erec... and tenting the towel. Carl did not mention my condition. I was on my back with Carl's messaging my face, neck rubbing my lips, my ear lobe, I became flushed. I could feel myself responding to his touch. It was sensorial. Carl's hand went to my chest and massage my arms, hands and then to my chest. I was on a little aware but became more aware. Shit!''Becky, Becky; Take it easy. It's not that. Well not exactly. I mean I just don't feel like kissing afterwards, that's all.''Bullshit! I do all kinds of shit for you. Just to please you. You think shaving my pussy is my idea? You think I like that damn itching when it grows back? You think I like that damn push up bra that bites into my tits? Hah! You think I like sucking cock?'Well, actually I do like sucking cock, but damn if I would admit it to him.And on it went for a half-hour or. James started running his hand up and down my thigh, and smiling wickedly. Come on baby, what is it that we have to do? he asked. I smiled and stood up, straddling James. He leaned back on the couch and reached out to hold my waist with both hands as I grabbed his cock and guided it into my dripping pussy. I lowered myself down with a sigh as James thick, hot member plunged deep inside me. I leaned forward and James obligingly started to lick and suck my tits as they hung just above his. Rachel not only attended the same type of Harry’s parties that I did, but she also starred in the very first one. The realization completely boggled my mind. An infinite number of possibilities competed for space in my overwhelmed brain, and finally I just shook my head quickly in an attempt to clear my head. It was a nice idea, but what happened next just blew my gray matter to smithereens. I heard Harry ask Rachel if she wanted to show me some of her goodness that made her famous. She giggled.