" Can you tell us anything about it?" Her name was Emanuelle but I called her Ella. We were in love. It was supposed to be safe there; they allowed de...pendents and everything. All I can remember is making a date to have lunch in a sidewalk café, then I woke up in the hospital and her family had already taken her body back to the States. It's called traumatic amnesia, where you lose the memories of what happened just before an accident or something." Oh, God; I'm so sorry." It's not your fault.. So that was that, we were ready to go with only that rule.The club doors opened at 10pm and closed at 4am. We had heard it didn't start to get crowded until 12 or 1 but being our first time; we wanted to arrive early to get acclimated to the surroundings. We got dressed around 9:30 and both looked stunning. She decided to wear the matching panties she'd bought but not a bra, which was for the better I must say. The sheer fabric lay nicely across her breasts and her nipples showed through just. She backed off and then on and repeated the process one more time. That appeared to give her a green light for her first orgasm of the evening. Her small scream surprised both of us, but orgasms do that to you sometimes, especially when you least expect them. As she just stayed relatively still, relishing the moment and I was enjoying the view of her beautiful round flawless buttocks along with her feminine perfume, the door opened on my floor. It was fortunate that no one was there. After a. Later that night at the party… After a few beers and a couple shots of vodka, my inhibitions towards her started to fade. To my dismay, she had decided not drink that night, which put a damper on my… poorly… thought out advances. By midnight most of the people around me wanted to watch a movie, so we rolled out a mattress in front of the TV, and with couches on either side we had made a fairly decent home theater/couch fort. I was lucky enough to find myself in the middle of the mattress,and to.