He asked me what was wrong when I told him I couldn't drink anymore. I told him that I was at my limit and I didn't want to end up doing something cra...y. He told me not to worry, that he was there and he wouldn't let anything happen to me so I should just have a good time. Little did he know that HE was the one I didn't trust myself with and feared doing something crazy to! I couldn't tell him that though! So instead I just told him that I didn't think that would help because... and abruptly. My eyes locked on this vision of beauty as my guitar solo came up, watching intently as her body reacted to every note I was playing, her hand clutching her tits and sliding to her tiny waist as I belted out the notes with long sustained soulful bends. The finest pole dancer couldn’t begin to match the raw sensuality of this enticing creature as the band shifted tempo to a sassy jazz interlude. As we swung back into the blues beat I glanced her way again and my eyes almost popped out of my. Wouldn't that be poetic justice. The snotty boy who loves to stare at women's asses getting smothered to death by one. That's too easy though--when I'm done you'll wish I had killed you." For many long minutes she smothered him, only letting him catch a small breath here and there. When she let him breathe his arms and legs hung limply. He was so weak that he could barely move at all. "Worthless little shit. I should have done this to you before. This feels *so* good." Alana. She put her feet on my feet and started grinding against my penis. And this got me really aroused. I broke the kiss and started licking the water droplets off her cleavage. The moment my lips touched her nipple, her fingers dug deep into my hair, touching my scalp. Her moans kept coming, and soon enough, the fingers of her right hand found their way under her panties to her pussy. I was licking and sucking her breasts, and she was fingering herself, while both of us were standing under the.