I had opted out of the bra as this dress was so tight it held my breasts up perfectly.Karen and Lucy where in the bathroom doing there make up as Cher...yl came out the room she had red 5inch heels on and the smoothest sexiest legs up to a very short red swirling pleated dress, the front of her dress was hanging down and she was topless, for the first time I saw her amazing breasts, there were perfectly round and hard, with amazing bright red nipples, the kind you want to flick and kiss all night.. Each insertion was smoother as my ass opened to accomodate him and Lisa's saliva decreased the friction. Without warning, he slid the entire length up my ass in one smooth stroke.I groaned as he filled me. There was pain but . . . then it was gone and . . . uh, I felt sooo full. So amazingly full! Was this what a woman felt like? I wanted to rebell at the assualt on my masculine pride. I should be outraged at being violated. I should be-- uh, God! He pulled out and slammed back in with a grunt.. Epistemology: How do you know that shit?Escapism: If shit happens, don’t look back.Eschatology: You think shit happens now, you just wait.EST-ism: If my shit bothers you, that’s your fault.Evangelism: Shit Happens (Pass it on).Evolutionism: The world is getting shittier all the time.Existentialism 1: Shit doesn’t happen; shit IS.Existentialism 2: What is shit anyway?Existentialism 3: There is nothing except shit happening.Existentialism 4: Shit happening is absurd.Existentialism 5: I shit,. But it was hard to resist, because of the wine I had drunk.Still holding her hand on my groin, Ms. Applegate took a leisurely sip of wine from her glass.“ You know Jake, I keep remembering that episode in the bathroom. I liked it, did you?”Words stuck in my throat. I just felt her hand on my hardening cock. Ms. Applegate grinned in satisfaction as she felt my cock rise. Then she continued:“And I just can't remember the taste of your cum. Will you remind me?”“Ms. Applegate...” I started, but in.