With the lights off, except for the one by her friend's bed, Mary sneaked the bottle of baby oil under the sheet and dumped a little into her palm. Sh...e was shivering all over. She felt a little guilty, but the need to excite herself was much more powerful. She spread the oil across her cunt-mound, pressing in with her palm until her outer lips parted to expose the more delicate tissue inside."Ohhhhh," she breathed softly, her eyes rolling from the thrill she was giving herself. She used a. ' The Old Bridge was a part of the road where we lived which was off the beaten track. It was no longer functional and the bridge was surrounded by woods. There were no street lights and during the spring and summer nights we would lay down on the bridge wall and stargaze. There were no cars or adults and was mainly a place for us teens to hang out. It was only 2 minutes walk from our road where all of us lived. It was common for us guys to chill out there on a Friday night and we would have. The shop bell rang and up there sprangA robed and wizened little man,Who greeted Mike with warmth by nameAs if he were of greater fame.Confused indeed our hero wasAnd not surprisingly becauseHe'd never seen this man beforeHe'd walked in through that heavy door.The old man smiled a knowing smileAnd to explain he took a while;He called himself a wizard oldWho in this shop great magic soldTo those who needed it the most,And as a knowing, caring hostHe saw in Mike there was true needOf something. Then, wearing only my stockings and stilettos, I stepped up behind the stripper and danced there, while I played rubbing his tightened buttocks. His body felt so good and hard; he smelled niceI heard the girls cheering on me and I did not want to disappoint. So I squatted behind the stripper and was about to make my way around to help Lorna suck his cock when somebody grabbed me from behind…I turned my head and found a huge muscled black man holding my waist. He pulled me against his body and I.