The maze seemed to be a good idea. I began to transform my primitive flower into a pattern similar to the one Annie had drawn on my chest and stomach....I began on her tummy moving up to her chest. I had become bolder now and my hands brush over her tits. Annie jerked, but she didn't say anything. I let my hand brush over her left breast again, this time a little harder. It felt fantastic. Soft and spongy and ... it just felt incredibly exciting to actually touch her tits.I didn't dare to draw on. His hands gently squeezed each tit in turn and licked the top of them, I did not try to stop him as he reached behind me and clumsily undid the catch on my bra, it was now undone and he slowly pulled down the cups on my bra until my tits were out for his attention, oh my god he said as he stood behind me with his hands underneath my arms as he felt the full weight of my giant size boobs, would you like to fuck me I asked him, can I, he asked, I undid his jeans and found a massive hard on. I started to make up another story only this time I made it more realistic. By the time I finished I had 3 orgasms and really needed more than my fingers to satisfy my need. The only problem was I did not want to go and get my dildo for fear of waking Joe up. Most of the time I do not mind him watching me masturbate but he made me mad and I was not going to reward him for leaving me high and wet."I started scanning the room for something the right size to fill my pussy. I saw a hairbrush on the. A few weeks later, we were approached by a very attractive couple that were just about our ages, possibly a bit younger. Frank and Wendy were their names. They sat down at our table and began chatting us up. Frank owned a motorcycle shop that repaired British bikes only, BSA, Norton, and Triumph. Wendy, like Karen, was a teacher, so we all had lots in common to talk about. Our friendship continued to grow as we saw them for several weeks.We had reached the point that we were dancing with each.