Loud blaring music, alcohol, and most importantly, hot guys. Annie made an excuse to get away from her friends and started flirting with every guy she... bumped into. She couldn't find the right target until she got knocked to the ground by the wave of people. Looking up for help, she noticed a tall muscular man with dark features. He started coming towards her to help her up. "He's the one," she thought to herself as he helped pull her off the ground. "Thank you," she said to him, still. You know that when we get in that bedroom, I will do anything for you provided I end up with that black monster between my legs!" They both laughed uproariously at this, while I squirmed in my chair.Dinner was spent with me being ignored once again, as they touched, kissed and laughed together. They even did the washing up together, so they could carry on kissing and cuddling and whispering sweet nothings to one another. When they had finished, they returned to the lounge where I was. Man of the cloth. So, when he got his inheritance of some odd millions of dollars, he opened an architectural firm. He wasn't cut from that cloth either, but he hired people who were, and his some odd millions turned into bunches of millions.Mr. Thornbill's head was down, like he was reading something important. He looked up from the completely bare, polished surface of his desk, which comprised possibly a quarter of an acre. It was built of some exotic, heavy wood from the rain forests and had. She rotated the front of her pelvis upward then forward. She reached between them with one hand, gliding him into her. They both released a lover's gasp, acknowledging the feeling they both received from the entry.She lifted her hips, rotated back them back, then forward. She tightened her vaginal muscles to increase her sensations from the liquid pleasure radiating through her pelvis. Tighter. Faster she moved. Working toward the sexual crescendo her instinct demanded. Wanted. Lusted for.Bob's.