Courtney comes back into the room, drink in hand even though she is already pretty tipsy. She walks in front of the two of us and decides to sit on my...lap with her legs towards Rich. I ask how she's feeling. She says a little drunk and kinda curious. Rich asks what she means by curious. She goes on telling us she's never had a bi-curious experiance and kinda wants to see what it's like. Then she leans down and kisses me. At fist I try to pull away because I know she's drunk and I don't want her. It was while the tempo changed to a slow sultry beat that the lights, already not very brilliant, were dipped even more. During the dance, and hidden by the other dancers around them, Silas took advantage of the dimness of the light to fondle the young woman's lovely tits. When she showed her relish at such petting, he dived his hand down into the low-cut neckline of her cocktail dress and began to rub the nipple through the fabric of her bra. The dance was now a mere excuse for couples to. In position I spread my legs. Everything I own is on display. Your cock jumps, pulses, weeps with joy. It wants me. You want me. Strangled you struggle to breathe, glance at the door, debate how long it will take you to strip, make it down the stairs, bust down my door and climb into my shower. Ten seconds tops. Too long. Not caring if I hear any more you scoot your chair closer to the hole. You need a better look, a closer look. Waxed bare you see everything. My swollen pink lips. My tight. It felt so good, I started moaning:“Oh, Kyra, Kyra, Kyra!! Kyra fuck me! Yes! Fuck me! Yes!”Then, without warning, someone says something:“Having fun?”I opened my eyes, and it was my 14-year-old cousin Terri just staring at me, surprised, I yelled:“Oh shit! Terri!”“Hi Pam, busy?”“Not that it’s any of your fucking business, but, I’m very horny.”“So am I, let’s do something about it.”“Agreed, there is a cot in the back.”“Okay, let’s go.”Btw, my cousin is Theresa from Jean: Chapter 4, anyways, we.