She come in front of me and applying shampoo on my head. I was looking at her breasts, those are in swing. There was a hot flame in my body. I unable ...to control my self, I rounded my hand around her waist and rubbed my face on her boobs. She was shocked. But didn’t refuse. Infact she don’t have time to think. I was pressing her bare waist and rubbing my face on her breast. I pulled her on me in that instance she touched my cock (I wore only thin towel), it’s very hot. She was supposed to remove. "Madam—" he began."Col. Igwanda!" she called at the same instant.He snorted a quick laugh. "You have the advantage of me, madam," he said. "I don't—" Amanda Meiersdottir, Colonel," she interrupted. "Sociologist." Ah," he said with a slight bow. "Sociologist extraordinaire, I believe." Sociologist," she said firmly, but returned a mock curtsy. "I followed you to see if I might buy you a drink." By which you mean, to resume our brief discourse early in the session and interrogate me for further. She felt him swell and release, swell and release. And she did too.Then they collapsed, Charlie giving her his full weight as she heaved and shook under him. The two just breathed, chests moving in unison.When both young lovers had caught their breath and once again become aware of their surroundings, Charlie sheepishly pulled out. A long tail of condom followed him, heavy with load. The two of them looked down at the aftermath."Whoa," Charlie said. "Are you sure I..." I'm fine," Christy said.. It started real early on in the afternoon and by 6 it was all on. The queue for the one and only toilet was always long, so I decided to nip behind the garden shed to have a pee. No-one could see although you cold hear everything that was being said.As the evening wore on so did the drink. About half the party left and the other half were getting more and more smashed. Before long the inevitable happened, a push became a shove and a shove became a fist and everyone was wading in stopping.