She was prepared to see his shock and outrage, and anticipated him pushing the brunette aside to definitively cut across the space between them to rec...laim his girlfriend and set things right. His eyes narrowed briefly and she caught an undeniable sense of arousal from him that had nothing to do with the girl that was grinding against him. He was contemplating her, his little doll of a girlfriend in the grips of someone else, just as she was contemplating him. The music was pounding in her ears,. .. she now was completely naked and being licked and molested by the guy she probably hated most. I started to take a picture, but Doug reminded me to make sure I don't get any pictures with him in it as he sat up and started to take more pictures of her. Doug smiled and said "It's time... spread her legs so I can get a good look at her cunt". I realized I suddenly felt a warm flash across my face and my heart up in my throat as I slowly pulled her right knee toward him, and then her left. From all the gossip, that meant one guy, and I'd sort of edge into sex with a whole series of awkward encounters, but the reality nowhere near that. This was reinforced by what we saw on TV and read in both the magazines and the romance novels. A girl had one man. She hooked up with him, or he swept her off her feet, and she was a wild woman with him, and innocent and demure with everyone else. She and her man didn't have casual sex with other couples.So what was wrong with me? Why was I so. A little more...longer inhale a little more...a long lick the length of the crack. shivering Mrs..goosebumps..? .ooohh..maybe onto something here. Okay..in for a penny, in for a pound. . spread the cheeks apart. there it is..a little puckered hole..clean. tip of the tongue. dart it..hit and run. hmm..that was electric...sniff it and then do it it again linger, again. lick it, hold your tongue against it...oh ho ho..finally..time to take the finally plunge...literally..spread the cheeks a little.