We started with the usual hugging and kissing. As poison ivy was not an issue this year, I had no qualms about things progressing further. Patti, on t...e other hand, did. Her justification for retarding the physical extension of our relationship: cultural non-compatability. She was Chinese and I wasn't. It was that simple. Undaunted, I tried to continue, if I couldn't get her shirt off, then mine would come off. If I couldn't get her pants off, then mine would. Well, not really. As I was only 17. As Luis had become the disc jockey by now, playing music from the 80’s, Marcos asked for permission to dance with Raquel. As permission was granted, Marcos embraced her while dancing and slowly would hug her more until Raquel began to feel a bulge slowly growing against her thighs. Embarrassed, she no longer wished to dance. She got back to her table and continued to drink a beer, until spotted her husband dozing in a sofa… too much alcohol. Party should be over, she thought, and began to. You know that no one will go against you," replied Paula as Gwen and Lisa exchanged glances at Paula's less than warm welcome.Steve removed his arms from the two women and walked over to where Ted and Paula were standing. "Ted, would you mind if I had a few words in private with Paula? It'll only be a minute or so."Ted could easily see that Paula was agitated. She had been out of sorts and cranky all morning and he had no clue why. When he asked her about it, she insisted that everything was. I looked around and saw Mark, Charley and Frank, all sitting there staring at me, with their mouths hanging open and stroking their, once again, rock hard cocks. That is when they got up and laid me out on our ottoman, spread eagled. On my back. Mark, immediately jumped on top of me, rammed his cock into my pussy and started furiously fucking me. I started cumming again and started telling him to not stop and to fuck me harder. He then picked up his speed and suddenly started yelling himself.