Today, you have no skill. Today, you have no value. A strong tribe is made of strong people. Today, you are weak. Today, I reject you from the Mudheel...tribe.”Had you not heard this speech every year, his words might be shocking to hear. Certainly, if an outsider were in attendance, the opening lines would seem unfairly harsh. But everyone here was Mudheel, by birth or by choice or by force, and many of them had been through this ceremony themselves. After an acceptable pause, the leader. We were no less excited than a honeymoon couple when in the moment of heat my hand slipped on her thigh and I started caressing it softly.I could feel she had given herself to me as her soft hands were holding my arm and caressing and kissing my ear and arms as I was caressing her inner thighs. Slowly I moved my hand up towards her hot pocket, as my hand moved up, she spread her legs and the first time I touched her hot pocket over her jeans, I could feel the heat building in there over jeans.. The day arrived, and eventually the party was in full swing, and apart from one or two people, I had previously never met any of the others, and there must have been at least twenty guys crammed into my friend's small apartment. There were plenty of "A-gays" at that party, and since I always considered myself to be average looking, to my surprise I noticed how pretty much everyone at that party was flirting with me. Most of them with their eyes only, but one guy touched my ass, another put his. Her soft full breasts heave as I kiss down the center of them and make my way to one side pulling her free of the satin and lace that cover her and teasing her nipple with my tongue just before taking the whole thing in between my lips, sucking and nibbling on her pink little nipples as she gasps. Her hands on my shoulders as her nails dig in to my skin and I begin moving down her chest. Kissing my way down her belly to her tender thighs and then back in again. A pair of beautiful pink panties.