I turned and faced the dance floor. One song had just ended and another one was beginning. I spotted a few females on the dance floor that met my high... standards—roughly 80% of them—but they were already with a partner. There really was no grand strategy at these socials. The tactics, however, were simple. Meet a girl as quickly as you can, ask her to dance, and never let her stray or an opponent would steal her. I understood the tactic. It was the execution that was the problem. I almost jumped. I was looking at the menu when someone slid onto a chair across from me and I looked up and into the biggest brown eyes I had ever seen. They were set in a face that was more striking than beautiful, but the face topped a body to die for."Hi. I'm Shauna. Mind if I join you?"Like I would say no, right? I introduced myself and then I asked her what she had playing at with me for the last two hundred miles."Just trying to break the monotony of the long haul across 80. I half expected you to follow. I know you're hot for it. Tell me to do it to you. Tell me to make you a cock-slut!"Their graphic predictions of the consequences of being gang-raped both scared me and vigorously fanned the flames of lust that were already burning hotly between my legs. They scared me because I realized that the part about me becoming addicted to cock was mostly true already. After being freed from years of enforced virginity, I had come to need sex very badly and to want it as often as I could get it. That. "I have a few minutes right now," Tim declared. "For a quickie..."The softness of her spring dress made Sylvie feel almost naked as she stood there in his arms. As it was, she no longer wore any brassiere at all... it was so old fashioned, and she had on only the briefest of bikini panties, so tiny that they just barely covered the tiny golden triangle of her silk covered pubic 'vee'. She could feel the tops of her inner thighs rubbing warmly together, and she parted her legs ever so slightly,.