If I ever started to get aroused, the liquid seeping from my vagina would quickly soak into my bush, and make me feel disgusting, putting a quick damp...ener (excuse the pun) on any feelings I had. I am not sure if it smelt bad afterwards too, but the thought certainly played on my mind and made me feel worse.That all changed at a 17th birthday sleepover for my best friend and classmate Kirsty, a slimline blonde with a chest I am sure I was not the only one to envy. We had a lot of fun, played. Alex raised an eyebrow at the emerald green gown hanging carefully against the wardrobe "is that what you're wearing to the opera, you're going to look spectacular." Laurel dressed in her satin shift frowned "maybe I shouldn't go tomorrow Alex" then she started to cry again, Alex rolled his eyes skyward "why shouldn't you go?" picking her up and setting her on the bed he started to take off her shoes and stockings. "What if I do something wrong? I don't want to see the same look on your face I. She was the most beautiful model of the evening. She twirled slowly down the runway.Announcer: Let’s hear it for our Dancing Girl!Audience: For some time now members of the audience had been disrobing and touching themselves. Long cocks and wet pussies were being stroked and fingered. The models were working their magic on the viewers. Several of the men had already climaxed and their cream quivered on the floor. Speaking of magic…Announcer: let’s welcome Sandy!Sandy had a tall black. Lisa’s body responded in spasms. “Oh shit. This is so good, I might have to talk dirty.”“Ummmm,” said Bo.“Maybe we should come here every anniversary.”“Ummmm.”Lisa quivered with pleasure, the new sensation releasing new desires. “It’ll be your turn when you get through. I want to experience every taboo, do all the things girls whisper about at slumber parties. My pent-up emotions want to hang out. And best of all, I’m your wife.”Bo licked her layers, listening to her words, thinking about.