I let out a moan, and she laughed. She continued tracing down my body to my belly button and then my pussy, running a finger over the sensitive lips, ...easing me, and loving the effect it had on me. I whimpered and squirmed around, trying desperately to get her finger to brush against my clit or go in my pussy. She knew that trick all to well, and she pulled her hand away. A second later it slapped across my breasts, and then she was turning around and reaching into her bag for something else.. They took liberties. I sipped my drink as hands slid under my skirt, found stocking tops, bare flesh, pussy unencumbered by a thong, g-string, or Marks and Spencer’s knickers!! Almost involuntarily I slid my legs a little further apart to give them even more access, more access as I downed drinks placed in front of me. My head was swimming, and not just from the alcohol! Large, confident and assured black hands stroked me, made me shiver, made me yearn for the attention. I bit my lip as one of. He was really happy and felt the urdge to get a hard on. He really had a hard on, when he got off the phone. He walked up stairs to his room. He pulled down his paints to see how big his cock was. It was around six inches, so he thought that was pretty big enough to fuck a girl. He really didnt know what to do with her, so he surfed on the internet. He looked up sex positions, what sex slang words where, and other stuff. He decided he wanted to anal fuck her as well as pussy fuck her. Also he. I quickly objected, and she was on the verge of crying when I explained that I wasn't in the mood for it. After a few tears, she said that she understood. We kissed, and then she went to bed and slept. I was ready for a great fuck, but she was not in the mood anymore. But I could wait another night. By then, she will need me to fuck her badly.The next night, she was very flirty, but when I made it clear that I was not in the mood to have the dildo in my ass, she started to cry. I consoled her.