Do they feel what I feel? Am I truly doing these things, wanting these things? What does it smell like? Musk. Heavy. I imagine our scents would mingl...e in the air around us. Entwining as we have entwined. Joining as we have joined. Creating a single scent, as we were a single being for a time. What does it taste like? Salty. Unique. I imagine what sampling your skin would be like, learning you with my tongue as I have with my hands. Seeking out the very essence of you. What does real sex. The party continued but i was away from the crowds and then i saw this well built guy walk in front of me offering drinks. I shoosh'd him away but well he returned. He started introducing himself as some who gives a fuck name but interesting he was a local baseball coach has 2 grown daughters and used to be a cop. Well he clearly sounded drunk but he wasn't. He was all over me which kinda bored me and this time when i asked him to find someone else, he used the magic word. He hit it straight. I was embarrassed, but my pussy was dripping. Steve asked if David could kiss me and if I didn't want to do anything after that, I didn't have to. I reluctantly agreed. David leaned in and started kissing me. At first I kept my mouth closed, but I started getting turned on and before long, we were tounge kissing. I felt David's hand slide up my thigh slowly. As we continued kissing, his fingers brushed my wet pussy, sending me into an incredible euphoria. I opened my legs slightly and he. And it is dull in color and not easy to spot. I took the chance and some courage to get up the stool and check if it at all anything was visible. It was a “eureka” of an idea. I could see her entire room but I had to be careful as I could be spotted if my movements were sudden. The stage was set, I was prepared and my periscope was tested. Only drawback was, the periscope mirrors were little dirty. Hence I could not get a very clear view, still was sufficient.I was too excited. More than they.