It doesn't do any good. I have known who and what I am since I was eleven years old. Who I was, was cemented into my id at that time.This was some fif...een years prior to that night of the party and we had one and half dates. The first was light and easy and when she asked if I would see her again; I told her I really wasn't sure, she was nice, but it seemed to me she was looking for something long term in her life. I wasn't. I did not want to waste her time.But we did go out again. I took her. But the kissing was reallygreat, and for some reason that seemed to be getting the crowd asexcited as watching me suck... it's probably not something one seesvery often in a sex club.A few minutes later I broke free from the liplock to see that we weresurrounded by guys with their cocks out and hard, and to my left theclosest cock was black, not too thick, but close to 10" long."Go ahead, suck it," Michael said, so I opened my mouth and the blackguy moved in and pushed his cock deep into my. Brenda was about to intervene, I could tell, but I stopped her.“One step at a time,” I said. Brenda nodded.To show solidarity, we all covered ourselves loosely, grabbed some salad and water to go from the hut and strolled along the beach towards the headland. It was about half an hour to get up there but it was indeed a spectacular viewpoint. We were also pleasantly surprised to find it deserted apart from us. “Isn’t this gorgeous?” said Bill.“It certainly is,” we all agreed, including Dianne,. " John..." That long, dark hair is like a sheet of silk, it's so smooth, framing that perfect, alabaster face--she's got the face of a model, so perfect. Her eyes, that startling green, and her lips, such full, pale lusciousness, are so sexy." John..." And let's not forget her tits, like firm apples sitting so high on her chest; she doesn't wear a bra, did you know that, Sam?" Are you trying to piss me off? If you are..." Hold up a minute Sam, I'm not done yet. I didn't get to mention her.