I remembered the mini skirts, the well filled blouses, the shapely legs, bare and in nylons. I knew they wore panties just like my mother’s, and pro...bably even briefer, tiny see through thongs like the girls in porn wore. I’d briefly chatted to one of the girls. She’d coyly told me her name was Laura. She was eighteen like me, in backside clinging jeans and a skimpy red top tight over her big young boobs. But best of all were her eyes that lingered hungrily on me from under her blonde fringe and. Swirling currents of white hot magma course my veins, joining the outlying parts of my body. My skin ruffles just below the surface, which turns to a full blown shudder. As much as I want to watch the girl enjoy us, it’s too much of a struggle to keep my eyes open. They drift shut and I let myself float away, swaying to the beat of my internal drum. Each bite of my pussy around Adam’s girth is magnified, every ripple trying to swallow him deeper, selfishly drawing him where my body needs him. She’ll kill us!" Well, what will one finger poking her tits do?" All right."They slowly poked her boobs and slowly let one finger after another touch her soft, jiggly round mounds. They caressed through the dual fabric constricting her tits and Sam was mumbling through the touch."Maybe we should give her breasts a bit more air…" Ok Carly, I just can't wait."Carly removed her PearBook from Sam's stomach and placed it into standby mode. Freddie and Carly then begin to unbutton her shirt slowly.. I gazed into a full length mirror attached to the wall beside the door. I was the vision of Clark Gable as Rhett Butler in 'Gone With the Wind'. Now if only I could find my Scarlett. There were black people stationed in identical livery around the room. There was a table piled high with food and there was a bar serving drinks next to that. Over in the opposite corner of the room there was an 8 piece orchestra playing some long forgotten tune. I marveled that the room I was in measured many.