"Oh that's good. Keep doing that." Her hips began to move in a circular motion.Mark started feeling her tits in earnest, not caring about how or why, ...ust that he was finally getting what he dreamed about. He was surprised when she reached out and took one of his hands and dragged over her belly down to her panties. He felt the silk under his fingers and then a feeling of wetness."Your doing this to me, making me feel alive, like a woman." She said and guided his hand toward her labia. moving. I was too drunk to care. And so I went back with him to his place, after waving to Donna. She waved back. He chatted me up – which was easy, he told me that he wanted to fuck me. I thought that was a great idea! And it was! Stripper He sneaked me into his house and into the living room. I put my bag on the floor as he sat down on the sofa and patted it for me to join him. I grinned a drunken grin and said hey I know, what this! I slid my straps off my shoulders and danced moving my hips. My. "Agreed. I'm not blameless at all. It is my responsibility. Do you not realize how oddly everyone here behaves?" Yeah dad, I do. I asked Tammie tonight. Last week, her fantasy about me was romantic, idealized. Candles. Prom or a date or whatever. A whole night of being together, culminating in me making her a woman. Not at all like what happened between us yesterday. She's crushed on me for some time now, it seems. I had no idea. Ha! Too busy chasing girls in my own grade. Never had any luck at. I turned my back to Vince and bent over, resting my hands on the tiled bench, "Make me your fuckbitch, stud."Vince didn't need any further encouragement. He grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up his now rock hard prick before lathering up my crack and working a lubed finger up my virgin hole."Damn your hole is fucking tight, dude," Vince exhaled as he took turns working his fat digits into my butt. The soap provided plenty of lube, and even when he stuffed his pudgy thumb up my backdoor, I.