I felt a surge of emotions that I could not explain, your skin touching mine sent my brain into a spin. I ran my fingers across your hand and then put...my head on your shoulder. I just wanted to feel you against me. A few minutes later you reached over and touched my face, then leaned in and kissed me. Your lips felt warm on my lips and you kissed me strongly. I could feel my pussy get very warm. I took my hand and ran it across your chest and I could feel your heartbeat through your shirt.. Someone lifted the chemise and breathed a sigh.“Fuck, yeah,” I heard.Lips kissed my left buttock, anonymous fingers sliding through my labia.“She’s wet as fuck … It’s like she’s pissed herself.”“Oh,” I said in response. I disengaged from Dave and, while the other men in various stages of undressing – except for Baz who was sitting on the chair looking scared – I excused myself. “I do have to pee, actually,” I informed the group.With much laughter coming from the others in response, some wag. Standing in front of a modern fireplace, between complimentary dressing gowns waiting for us.“I think I’m going to jump in the shower, for some reason I feel a bit dirty,” I say.“Yes, you’re positively filthy.” I hop into the best shower I have ever had. I once lived in a studio apartment not much bigger than this shower. A dozen jets of hot water project onto my skin from different angles. Steam fogging up the glass doors. The appreciation of the hard work I have accomplished this past year to. I couldn’t resist the temptation.I slowly lifted her up and took her to my bed.By mistake my leg slipped and I fell on her. Her boobs pressed against my chest and our lips were so close. She was so drunk so I made the move.I rested my lips on her red petal like juicy lip and kissed her.we kissed for 20 mins and exchanged fluids.I got up and removed her shirt and skirt and she started to respond. she removed my shirt and touched my dick. But I took control. I slid her panties down and licked her.