Now, however, the soreness had left and it was replaced by an ache down deep in her belly. Betty needed more fucking. Lots more fucking. The vision of... first seeing his cock as it sprang from his shorts loomed into her minds eye. It had swung across his hip then centered, pointing directly at her. Her mouth watered as her lips parted. What a beautiful cock it was, red, angry and needing Betty to appease its atavistic fury. After a long abstinence she had been only too happy to offer up her. " You can't guarantee that, Curtis. Not as long as the ISU is headed by that moron The Speedskater, and controlled by all the Russians whispering in his ear." The Speedskater was a derogatory term used by figure skaters to describe the head of the International Skating Union, who had come from the speedskating side of the sport."That's going to change, Warren. Trust me on that one, OK?" Curtis, I like you. You're a good man. We'll think about it, is all I can promise." All right. Should we. Then, while I was serenely sucking her boob, I felt her pulling down the zipper and then snaking her hand into my shorts to grasp my erection. Not just that, she was tugging it out into the open air, in plain view of our friends. I heard her spit on her hand, then she wrapped her wet fingers around my cock and began jacking me. "Um, would you two like to be alone? We can go take a walk," Roy asked. "Nah, I'm just horny as hell, champagne does that to me, so stick around if you wanna watch?". I continued to make jokes about him using any excuse to wear his kilt; even a house party and he teased me for wearing a slutty dress. I teased him about being a true Scotsman under his kilt and it was all banter and laughter, although I already had other plans...He was on his way to the front door when I grabbed his hand and gazed up at him with inquisitive eyes, imploring him to come closer. He moved towards me and I stood on my tip toes to kiss his lips, tasting the champagne on his tongue.