I remember hoping it would be a hot single woman, or more than one preferably!I was 24 at the time, single, and living alone. I wouldn't say I was the... best looking guy in the world, fairly average if anything. I'm 6'0 with short crop of dark brown hair, hazel eyes and a naturally athletic body that I don't have to work too hard to keep in shape.On the day I saw the van, I'd been out playing football with some friends and was walking back to my house. As I reached my door, I glanced back and. Everything is going well, you’re both enjoying each other’s company and a great relationship is being forged. Your both enjoying your Seminar, and you can feel She is starting to feel ecstatic about your consummate abilities. Your ‘People Skills’ have removed ANY reservations she might have held. ‘I am SO tired, I may just make a couple of calls and turn in!’, you beg off, hoping She isn’t getting some sort of ‘Vibe’ from you for your Pussy is ALREADY getting wet. ‘I know!’ She returns, ‘I need. With a soft kick of my dangling feet, I felt myself spinning slowly, yet it remained just outside the boundaries of sight.The scent, one that reminded me strangely of my childhood, lingered, slowly filling my nostrils and throat, clinging to my lips, my tongue, my skin. I imagined it coating my flesh, even seeping into my pussy. The fear I’d felt before seemed suddenly distant.“I am hallucinating,” I mused, my voice sounding strange and echoing slightly, reminding me of my predicament. Like the. She was long gone by that point. As the boys cheered and asked to see more skin the other two girls went to work on her. Her jeans were unbuttoned, unzipped, and lowered to her ankles but not removed. Her panties followed soon afterwards. Standing there nude in the car light she kept smiling and dancing. Soon she was lowered to a waiting blanket and the eight teenage boys were on her.They were everywhere at once. With sixteen hands not a spot on her body was safe. I watched as the oldest.