This was a different kind of violence and a different kind of wet and I was anxious for my shower and to be let go but they hadn’t finished getting ...a “taste” as he said. It was wrong, I knew it was wrong, but I started to say to myself: “Just do it. Just get it over with and let me take my dress and go.” My head was swimming with “let me go” thoughts and then I felt a penis on me, at me, in me, back and forth, in and almost out and then in again and my mind was saying “let me go home” but. My legs cramped up around his head, and my pussy erupted in an unbearbale orgasm.He emerged from between my legs with cum over his chin."Where did you learn to perform oral sex like that?" I asked him."I read the stories in the porno magizines," he said."Well, that was fucking incredible. Now come and lie down. I want to return the favour," I told himHe did as he was told and lay down next to me on his back. I removed the lace panties he still had on and sat on my knees in front of him. Then I. Later on in the evening I was sat in the bar waiting for my boyfriend to return his friends house across the street. Other than me the bar was completely empty, id been waiting for at least 25 minuets for my boyfriend and was becoming agitated. Then suddenly I heard a voice ordering a drink, I turned to put a face to the recognisable voice, it was Holly, after collecting her drink she turned and saw me looking at her. Politely she asked if she could join me I nodded in agreement, she then. Velma was wearing that heavy orange wool turtleneck sweater she never left home without and a short red skirt that showed just the right amount of leg, cute knee high matching orange wool socks and red small heel slip shoes. You had to admit, it was very hard choice as to whether you wanted to take her just as she was or revel in all her perfect body’s naked glory. You scrutinize every inch of her on the screens, hardly able to believe this was finally going to happen.She certainly was a sight.