I was so turned on, that again I pushed my bare buttocks back again and waited. Then I felt a warm breath on the back of my knees; somebody was pickin...g up my soaked thong.Then I felt the warm breath at my dress hem and on the back of my thighs. I closed my eyes in anticipation, waiting…But nothing happened; he looked as he had gone.Then I smiled again as those warm fingers glided back over my naked ass cheeks. Now I could feel my own cum running down my inner thighs.This time I felt two hands. There was only a small amount of hair down there and I started to wonder as to the age of this vixen. I watched as her shirt fell to the floor. Then she took a step toward me. She ran her hands along my sides and chest. She moved closer and I could feel her nipples on my skin. Then she put her hands behind my neck and brought me down to her lips. At the first touch of those soft lips I was doomed! Out tongues met and played. I felt myself growing in my shorts. I moved her back to the. A few different guys grinded on me. A lot of them were actually really cute. I guess I was attracting some attention since I was the only black girl there, which was kind of cool. The night wore on, Tay and I kept drinking and dancing until we both decided it was time to walk home. We were pretty drunk and we hadn’t sobered up a bit by the time we got to the room.“That party was awesome!” I managed to slur out as we got back to the room. I was, I decided, the perfect amount of drunk. If I could. With it,most of the hair went too. His skin was kind of red, but it did do abetter job than shaving. Marc just did a little touch up with his razorfor spots that didn't get enough foam for it to work. And got out ofthe shower practically hairless from the neck down, save for a neatlytrimmed patch of dick hair.Marc looked in the mirror with mixed emotions. Having spent his life asa boy who thought he would always be a boy, sports figures likebodybuilders were the epitome of manhood. Their.