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Hello Ladies, would you like to hear a guy's experience of "**?"
When I was much younger I used to be a lot's of c house parties, there is a particular one that stands out. >> One of my friends was going out with a girl who everyone knew as Lucy goose. I had never paid much attention to her before and she never paid much attention to me. .Throughout most of the party. >>.However rhatnigh near the end, of the party, I finally gt a chance to dance with her and it was a slow dance. together. That night I guess twe had both had a bit to drink, by then and we were in the darkest partof the room, a slow smoochy song playing. >> Well we held each other close and then a bit closer, then I stasrted to "nuzzle" on her neck and let my hands wander my hands beginning to go downtown on her backside. >> We danced, both pressing quite close. >>>
As I become more aroused, I got more adventurous and moved my hands further down and started caressing her bottom that tender, round, bubbly ** of hers. .>> She didn’t object, >>iin fact she held me tighter and started moving her groin into mine, grinding each other, of - - - course started to stir the creature that lives inside my jeans. meaning my hard "**." >>As II got bolder and really started to fondle her **, >> well, I got even more adventurous and moved my right hand round to her front and started rubbing her smooh, stomach under her shirt, and just probing my index ** under the waistband of her jeans. >> >Her jeans were kind of tight, making this exploration of her gorgeous love box a bit awkward and uncomfortable, the best thing that seemed to be to loosen them, yes I did. I found the button and undid it and pulled down the zip. There was still no objection so I moved my hand down to explore lower than before. I found the waistband of her ** which offered no resistance as my hand moved down, pushing the elastic aside and maintaining contact with her warm skin underneath. >> My fingers continued their journey south until they found her very small strands of pubic hair. I worked them around in her bush, each movement gradually inching closer and closer to the ultimate destination. Her sweet, smoth, almost bald still virgin **. >> Lucy had her head on my shoulder and her arms were round me with her hands clutching my **.. Lucy was starting to respond to my movements, lifting her abdomen up to meet my fingers and encourage them on their path. At last I found it. Her warm wet **. I gently caressed it, rubbingg my ** over her ** slit, my middle ** lightly stroking her **, and then moving down to glide over the wet entrance, as her ** - juics were starting to flow >>and then back again, smearing her lubricating juices over her **. >>
>>Each time my middle ** inched further inside her body, and started massaging the inner walls of her secret place. I was finally "** - f-cking" her !
>>This was all the encouragement I needed. My "**" was extremely hard inside my jeans as I was rubbing myself up and down her right leg "**" her leg like a rampant dog. >> My fingers really went to work then. I managed to get three fingers deep inside, furiously massaging the depths of her **. >> She was moaning loader and loader as I was hrusting her ** onto my fingers, desperately trying to make them go deeper, as I rubbed my trapped "**" on her leg.
>> Neither of us cared about the other people at the party. They must have seen what we doing, we were all ( But ) "F- - -king" by this point, both desperate to get some relief, both needing to come. I was almost on the point of coming in my pants. Her movements on my hand were getting more and more pronounced, she was digging her fingers into my **, pulling me onto her and her **. was getting wetter and wetter, but I don’t think she had quite got to the point of a final release, when… the music stopped and the lights went on.
>> I hurriedly pulled my hand out of her jeans, and she fastened them and tidied herself up as discreetly as possible. >>
>> We sort of looked at each other and a bit sheepishly at our friends and walked away. I was walking with my pants soaked of my "**."
Yeah, house party's were always like prom night.