As she placed the lastcurler down, she picked up a large comb, picking at the middle of hisforehead with it and with her fingers. She stretched some o...f his hair onthe left ,snipping with her sheers, before jumping to the right andrepeating this a few times. She stepped back, staring at him now, beforejumping in with a large barreled curling iron, rolling some thick strandsand releasing them fairly quickly. She repeated this four or five time onthe right, and then the left, before picking up her. So I reached around and gripped his ass with both hands for stability. His ass was smooth and firm, causing me to grip him harder and speed up my head bobs. His groans intensified and I pushed him in deeper, relaxing my throat."Fuck! You are so hungry for cock, my little bitch! Take it all, Steven, take, it AH! Fuck!"I pushed him in harder and deeper with each bob, slowing a little for better control, as I timed my head thrusts to prevent gagging on his eight-inch monster. My lips suctioned to. Was he actually considering getting a private room? If I was honest, I had to admit the idea wasn’t exactly repulsive. I felt a definite attraction to him. But to have sex for the first time with someone at a house party, with a time limit… I wasn’t sure I liked that idea. I’d just take it as it went. The thought of hooking up with Charles, even with a time limit at a house party, made me undeniably wet. Charles and I stood at the edge of the dance floor for a few minutes, people-watching.. I checked the guest bedroom as well as the master and there were no open windows. I shrugged it off and went back down to enjoy my dinner.At 9 pm I retired to the master bedroom for the evening and began to change into my nightie when I noticed the old, gothic, full length mirror. It had some obvious wear on the edges, but for the most part was still intact. I stripped down to my underwear and examined myself in the mirror.Up to this point I had tried to stay fit and slim for when my husband.