They move down your back to your perfect bum, and I push you closer into me. I shudder as you move your hands under my tshirt, feeling the pleasure as... your hands move across my bare skin, down past my hips, softly placing your finger tips into my waistband. I move my hands round to your front, I can feel how hard you are, I gently massage your bulging cock through your pants, feel it straining against the material when I stroke it..you react to my body so perfectly, you know what I want to do.. She left her clothes on the patio and followed me to a bench in a corner of the garden with purple flowers climbing the fence. I had her sit and spread her legs. I stepped between them and had her lean forward to take me in her mouth. I spread my legs some and my balls hung heavy as they dangled between my legs. They swung back and forth with her up and down motion. I came after ten minutes. I looked down and said. "I want you to shave all of the hair around your pussy. I may want to eat that. Tiredly. ‘What? You want me to be all over you in public?’ voice rising, ‘you want to show everyone how you OWN me?’ ‘STOP YELLING AT ME!’ pleading look, tears well up… in return anger. ‘STOP TRYING TO CONTROL ME!’ Tears spill over again, ‘I’m NOT! Jesus Christ… FUCK!’ Yells… then quieter… ‘How much is it to ask that you actually act like my boyfriend? That you actually act like you want to be with me? That you ARE with me.’ ‘I DO.’ pounds a fist against the wall. ‘Stop yelling! Please!’. At some point several of the college age people left and we ended up at a house that Hartley rented close to Emory University. All the girls were still wearing their really short hot party dresses with stockings and all they guys in our tuxedos. The after party at Hartley’s grew to be very wild. There was a lot of drinking and all these rich k**s had a loy of d**gs. A thick haze of smoke from chronic pot covered the air and everyone was snorting lines of coke. Several chicks that were dancing.