He felt his five inch cock slide into the depth of her small cavity with ease. He felt the warm wetness surround his hard smallness like it was suppos...d to be there. He fit perfectly inside her moist pinkness. He knew that he would.As she felt his non-normal sized erection slip inside her equally sized slot, she winced once, closing her eyes as he filled her, then she winced again as she felt her vaginal muscle wrap around him. She could feel the hard ridges of his small cock and the head of. On the first night in question Richy, the bouncer, had flirted heavily with us on our arrival. We both had a fair bit to drink and were, I guess you could say, quite merry.I had dressed in a little blue dress I had at the time, a pair of thigh high boots and due to the shortness of the dress, a pair of tan tights/ pantyhose, rather than stockings. Tracey had worn her favourite little dress too, shorter than mine, again with pantyhose and quite tarty high heels.Richy had started chatting with us. She said she went to pick up some baby stuff about an hour away from home and when she was in the store this young clerk couldn’t keep his eyes off her, he was cute and not more than 20. She watched as he looked at her, she bent over giving him some cleavage and as she checked out he came up to the register and asked if she needed help with getting everything to her car, she said yes of course.She opened the sliding door on her van and he put the stuff in, she said he was very sweet and she. It makes it worse because everyday Liam tries to talk to me, making everyone glare and laugh. Angela looks at me with hate and sadness. I was going to marry her, I loved her…didn’t I?“Bobby…why won’t you talk to me, you defended me, and now you act like I don’t exist.” Liam says softly to me. I glare at him. “I hate you, you fucking queer, that’s why. You ruined my life because I felt sorry for you.He stares at his desk and says quietly. “I didn’t ask you to help me.”I fall quiet, but I don’t.