She was groaning and making some very passionate noises. Once I'd reached bottom I started working it deeper very very slowly as she Grunted out "Oh f...ck oh fuck.... deep" I whispered "He's trying to fuck you deep and get you knocked up.... " She groaned...I pulled out the small vibe and started working over the outside of her pussy then clit again. Her whimpers got higher and higher and she began rocking her hips to rub the toy against her clit better. After a couple minutes I saw the signs. They started passing her from bloke to bloke again on the dance floor, as they stroked her bum and rubbed her tits through her vest until one of them pulled it off her. She was now on the dance floor in just her thong and boots and her skirt up round her waist, as one bloke started to snog her as he played with her tits and forced her hand onto his bulge in his trousers and made her rub him. Someone else came up behind her and as he danced against her he took down her thong and started to. Her skin is like velvet: soft, very soft, smooth and tanned: velvety. Something in her skins cells, some chemical, some DNA thing, some hormone or whatever, attracts like-minded somethings in my skin cells. My theory is this: certain people are chemical attractors to certain other people. Their body chemistries are meant for each other, attract each other like iron to a magnet. Some kind of endorphin thing, maybe. Her endorphins fit into my receptors. Something fit into my receptors, because I. "Oh fuck yes, oh my sweet Jesus."I felt it sink in further, seemingly stretching her rectum, mum was sobbing with lust, her own weight forcing her down onto my straining cock, we heard Anne coming down stairs and I nearly came as we both saw her walking into the lounge.A tight red latex corset gripped her waist giving her an impossible figure, both breasts bulged out over the top of the cups. The areole just visible; three black suspender straps held up each black stocking and massively high.