I lifted my other hand and softly held the back of his head as we kissed deep and passionately. Chris released my hand and started to un do his belt ...I started to remove my pajama shirt and slid my pajama bottoms off. Chris was rock hard and his cock was throbbing against my stomach. I kissed Chris about the neck and shoulders working my way down his chest till I reached his crotch. With Chris's cock staring me in the face I slowly sucked his cock into my mouth and heard Chris moan ever so. Stopping in at two on places he could see there weren’t that many people in those two places. What women that were there looked like they were already coupled up. After having a Virgin Mary he moved on.In walking into the Red Slipper he saw this was a different story. Here there was a good crowd of people and while there were couples, there were also small groups of what looked like unattached females. It was either that these ladies weren’t yet paired up or that their preference wasn’t for. The eyes that were looking back at her were expressive and drew attention to her face. If any one word came to mind to her it was, 'Piercing!" They looked right though you, almost as if they could read minds or launch ships. Joan of Arc must have had eyes like hers. They were a powerful asset.Her cheekbones were high, almost oriental but not quite and she had 'white bread, ' round eyes. They were topped off by trimmed and carefully shaped eyebrows. They were the same sun washed color as her. He was dreaming of looking over a waist high railing to the ground floor some 3 stories down. Before he knew what was happening she came behind him and in a split second her arms were wrapped him tight into a bear-hug, warm tittys covered the entire with of his shoulder span, as her pelvis and his young ass melded pubic bone to asshole, the young man realized his hard sticky cock was pressed against the wooden railing and it began to throb. He never felt this in his life and thought he had to.