I stared down between the gap of my own and her body, to see my cock jab in and out of her tight wet cunt. The sound of not only the wetness being cre...ted by my cock thrusting in and out of her, but also the sound of her ass cheeks as they slapped down each time upon my thighs. It was like a musical orchestra playing the sounds of sex to an audience of two.After riding me for several minutes, she rose up as my cock broke free and bounced around, now coated with her sweet nectar. She turned her. We laughed and talked about her going away for school. I chided ‘You’ll have a whole string of hound dogs sniffing on your trail in no time. I’ll bet you won’t even remember my name the next time you see me.’ She got a pained look on her face and said softly, ‘You’re my best friend in the whole world. If we never made love again, you’d still be my best friend.’ I looked at her and told her, ‘Don’t worry about that, we’ll be doing this for a long time, regardless of who else is in picture.. "Do you want one?" Of course," I answered. I would have preferred something stronger. Kir Royal, a mixture of champagne and crème de cassis, was, I knew from visits to Paris, a vulgar drink for people with more money than taste. (Yes, I am being catty and, no, I don't apologize for it.)After a couple of Kirs and a few minutes of chatter, we all sat down at the table and dined on lobster and pasta. It was delicious. I had two large glasses of white wine and by the time dinner was over I was. Thenightmarishness of being suddenly attacked, for no apparent reason,half-drowned, the clothes torn off me, held me in a grip of confusion.As I twisted about, trying to free my head and hands from the knottedmess of my shirt and coat, my mind also struggled, trying to find areason for whatever was happening to me.But Veronica was still busy. She wrapped my belt around the morass ofclothing that trapped my arms and head. The belt tightened, and my limbslost what little freedom they had. Another.