I wrapped my arm around her head and pulled her to me, and I kissed her. Our lips locked and our tongues intertwined, and in that moment I knew that ... needed her even more than I had previously imagined. We kissed, passionately, without regard to those who might walk through the door at any moment, and I could taste her lust against my own. I didn’t just need her, I had to have her. Those of us who have had this sort of kiss understand the difference. I could tell you about what followed. I. I removed her top and also her bra at once. I pounced on those huge melons of my girlfriend and was sucking her nipples hard. She was moaning loudly.She went on her knees and removed my belt and unbuttoned my jeans to reveal my hard dick. She took it at once and was deepthroating me. She was a pro at it. My dick was soon covered with her saliva.I was mouth fucking my girlfriend by holding her hair tightly. Within 5 minutes, I shot my entire load inside her mouth. She drank it all and still. Raw beauty allowed me to achieve so much I began to feel I didn't need anything else. I didn't need to develop any skills or talent to get what I want."It made me contemptuous. Of what value were the talents of people around me when I could get just as much or more without those talents? And since nobody else seemed to be able to achieve my level of beauty it gave me too high an opinion of myself and too low an opinion of everybody else."It blocked my development of empathy. I couldn't. ” “What did you drink?” “Beer, tequila, I think some rum and vodka. I know I kissed several guys.” “Sounds like a normal party here.” “And then I wake up and I can’t remember if we fucked or not!” “Well, let’s try to make this a happier ending. Are any of these yours?” he asked, holding up the three remaining bras. I looked up and quickly spotted my bra. How do I tell this guy the reason I wanted it back was it was my only good one? I smiled and said, “This one is mine.” “Here,” he said handing.