This day Irene was absent with her mind not because she was aroused. No, she was concentrated on having no leakage. And she was thinking back about wh...t happened that morning. She thought by herself, that nobody could blame her for that. The boys had not really attacked or blackmailed her, but they had been quite offensive with that talking about ‘if someone would know..’She could have made a fight, but that could have lead to who knows. Could have been, that the creeps would indeed talk about. Though he wore it longer than most women, no one would mistake him for a chick.The man stood six and a half feet tall with mighty arms and legs bulging with muscle. His torso flared from his waist like the head of a cobra, his stomach rippling with abs, his chest armored with a breastplate of muscle that glistened like bronze in the sunlight. The bodybuilder had the face of a romance cover model. It bore a wide, almost smug grin. Lana suspected the source of his pride. The photo was a nude…“The. "No thank you," I said quietly. I looked at the only bed pan in thecountry with lipstick marks around it."You may leave that here - I'm not worried." She laughed and I sensedshe felt she had achieved something. "Let's go back to the party - Ineed another drink, although I don't suppose you do!" She giggled,handed me her train and led me back out.The rest of the party wasn't memorable - the thought of what she hadmade me do stayed with me and she wouldn't let me eat or drink anythingelse 'so. She was breathing fast and I knew the reason why so I put my hand in her sleeveless shirt and started to press her breasts. She did not mind. So I put my hand in her skirt and touched her pussy it was all wet with her love juice. At this, she put her lips on mine and started kissing me restlessly and as it was a night travel all were asleep and lights weren’t working so it was a good chance for me.And I used it well. I then inserted my 3 fingers into her pussy and as it was all wet my fingers.