I used my tongue to jab in and out of her and when I finally worked on her clit, her thighs clamped tightly against my face and her legs crossed, feet...on my back. She rocked her hips up into my face for what I estimated was at least two orgasms. Then I moved so I could lie beside her. I licked around one nipple and sucked on it, trying to take her flesh into my mouth, which was wet with her fluids. She moaned and grabbed my head in her hands. I reached down and slid three fingers into her. "I want to go home." Charlotte said, not turning around, and with a flat emotionless voice. Her accent was totally gone, and it was positively unnerving."What's the matter baby?" Helen asked, her voice concerned. She glanced at me before looking back at her girlfriend. "Is it the thing with me and Brent?" No. I want to go home." Charlotte repeated, that same out of place tone in her voice. It was almost a monotone, devoid of all vestiges of emotion."They're taking us home today, baby..." Helen. “Shit!” Hubby exclaimed. “I think I burned my lips.” “Burned your lips?” the king replied. “Yeah. Your dick is fucking hot, man. I mean really hot. Intensely hot. It feels like hot, freshly oiled iron rebar. “ He tapped James’ penis with his finger as James resumed fucking Sheila. The veiny, bumpy penis slid over his fingertip smoothly and effortlessly, like a well-oiled, precision piston. Hubby tried to insert his finger into her vagina along with James’ penis. Many times when he fucked. I saw a group of guys sitting by the tables that lead to the bathrooms. They stared at me, and I smiled, drawing my attention away from them. I grabbed my drink; I could feel their eyes on me as I headed to my normal seat over looking the dance floor. I sipped slowly on my Zima, and watched the door as people began to come in. A couple of people I knew and I said hi to, but didn't invite them to sit with me. I wanted to be alone right now, plus with my attention on other people I couldn't pay.