She moved her hand round to my groin and cupped my balls. I started to fondle her tits. ‘It’s funny. My tits have had quite a lot of attention thi... evening.'‘Oh yeh?’, I uttered as I flicked at her nipples with my tongue. I wasn’t surprised at this revelation as she had the most amazing boobs.‘Yeh’, she replied. ‘I got talking to this guy. He was a real perv. Kept asking to see my tits.'My wife grabbed my cock and started stroking it.'Oh baby, I've been a bad girl', she said. 'I was a little. She wasn't in her apartment. She was laying naked on a cold stone floor. Faint light filtered through an open doorway as well as the sounds of cars and people passing by. Mary surmised that it was the next day and that she was still in the city, but that didn't help ease her anxiety. Mary's heart beat faster as she began to make out vague shapes surrounding her in the dark stone room. They were very pale, wearing black, and completely motionless. She sat there panting in fear for a long while,. She felt some embarrassment, though, for she had been raised within a catholic environment, marked by a strong religious faith, stocks and bonds. In the end, her sexual desires and instinct turned out to be stronger; her natural feelings would exceed these values, definitely not being able to dominate and overcome this immorality. She had been fighting to be a modest girl but didn’t succeed, not having the will power, especially if drunk. Half an hour later, the taxi arrived to its last. I moved a little closer to Scott, who was looking at me imploringly, because apparently he thought I was the one who had to be convinced, even though I didn’t care, really, either way. “I could come right now,” Scott sounded like he was begging. ‘I’m that hard. Seriously,” he said, indicated his crotch under the table, and I reached over and moved my hand on it. “He’s not lying,” I reported to Dylan, who smiled a big white smile and suggested, “Why don’t you put that guy out of his misery.”.