Everything had passed pretty well as customary, until we got too drunk dancing at the huge back garden.Unexpectedly, I began to feel Marcos’ big bul...ge in my thighs as we were dancing embraced together absentminded. I figured out he had had a hard on, judging from my experience and familiarity with big cocks. I also could guess this guy was a well endowed male, too gifted. Talented Marcos didn’t worry in hiding or conceal his hard on, least keep it secret; he would rather place it near my thighs. As usualshe was dressed ultra-femme, short black leather skirt, mauve satinblouse worn open to show her breasts, sheer tan pantyhose and shinyblack 'fuck-me' pumps. Her long blonde hair was teased out, her makeupheavy and her jewellery cheap and excessive; she liked to dress thisway when they went bar-hopping.She sat beside Molly who was dressed in her usual weekend attireconsisting of jeans, Western shirt and cowboy boots. She was a biggirl but carried her weight well; most of it. They decided that Ineeded the blue cocktail dress that we had seen in the dress shop windownext to the lingerie shop where we had bought my lingerie. Barbaravolunteered to take me to pick up the dress.We decided to pull my hair back into a pony tail for the afternoon. Iselected a white lace garter belt, cinnamon stockings, white lace bikinipanties, a white lace brassiere, and a white knit dress. For accessories,I chose a red belt, red shoes, a red shoulder bag and a red scarf to tiearound my. . ...and stopped, reading the last few words. 'Any second now, you'll feel the tingle of the spell kicking in. THIS ISNO JOKE.''Gunslinger' The first instant that he felt the tingle begin to spread, Steve thoughtit was psychosomatic - but the feeling grew, proving to be so very real. Steve, amazed, just smiled as the feeling thrummed through him - it wasabout to happen. Quickly, he pushed away from the computer. His fingers flew towards theclasps on his clothing, intending to get the.