My sister kept nagging me and begging me to. I held my ground and told her no time and time. Then she pulled out her black mail card on me. A few week...s earlier she caught me looking threw her girlfriends clothes and sniffing her panties. So now I was even madder then before, simply because I knew I had to give in or I was in big trouble. So I got up out of bed and told her to give them to me, as I started heading for the door she stopped me and said NO, right here I want to see. I was not. The Atlanta Group’s Holiday Party started that night, all night, all the next day, and into Sunday. To say some sex was involved was to make the understatement of the year.Greg and Owen had brought their portable tattoo kit on the plane. Thus, Saturday most of the Atlanta Group got tats. Of course, when the women got a tat, they had to ‘pay’ Owen or Greg with the ‘fuck of a lifetime’. They were a very eager group of women.Paris was very popular with the men, too. She described herself in her. I could wait for his full hardness because what I really wanted right then was just below and nestled between his open thighs. I reached deeper into Trevor’s jockeys and gently grabbed a handful of his warm, hairy ball sack. They had a velvety softness that I can’t rightly describe. But the sensation combined with our mutual teasing was enough for me to nearly lose control. I told him, “Lower the back of your seat all the way down.” Once he’d done it Trevor sat up, removed his shirt and then. She felt a hand brush hers and she tried to grab for it. Two, then three times she felt it but couldn't grasp it. Finally she got it and held on as tight as she could in her weakened state."Ben?" She said in a breathy whisper. No answer came. She tried again and forced it into a loud whisper. Still no answer. She listened and heard nothing but her own breathing and heartbeat in her ears. With sudden alarm, she realized Ben was laying on the floor. The jolt of adrenaline from fear gave.