Truthfully, I could have stayed home and dressed up in my room and never be bothered. If the walls in my room could talk boy would they have some sto...ies for you. The point was the thrill. I sat in my car wearing full feminine attire. Down to the black corselet underneath my dress to the finishing touches in my bag. I wanting to take a risk, and this wasn't the first risk I have taken. I have strutted around the neighborhood in the darkness of night wearing leotards and tights, ducking in. My mind shouted loud trying to stop this stranger from feasting on my orthodox body. But my body needed the attention of a man. My skin has never been touched by a man in my life apart from my husband. The thought of a stranger going to taste my forbidden fruit gave me an erotic feeling.“Rahul…I think we should stop,” I told him with the last of my strength to stop this from happening. But he didn’t listen to my words and I didn’t care much about it. He slipped my saree off my body making me. Yet, another part of himself said to hold off for a bit. To see where the night would lead.Beverly had danced for a couple hours. Tripping and drunk she thought it time to head for a bunk. She had no real intention of falling asleep but if one of the drunk guys followed her. She would make use of the private room she had.She she began to stumble away feeling like at least one person was following her. She almost didn't care who. However if it was the matainence guy she might of had to shoo him. "Isn't there anything we can do?"John knew there was, but he didn't know if he should suggest it. Then he looked into his daughter's eyes and saw the lust that sparkled there. Well, he thought, if she wants it that bad... "You could suck on my, ah, cock, and maybe you could make it hard again." Suck on it!" Diane exclaimed. "Really?" Well, if you don't want to..."Diane looked at her father's limp prick. It had their combined fuck-juices on it, and it was all red and wrinkled. She grimaced but.