Preet Kaur - The Town Whore

Chapter 1 - Introductions

We are a young couple from Punjab, India, who now live in the United States. My name is Manni, and my wife's name is Preet. She is four years younger than me, at the age of 28. We've been married for nearly four years and are expecting our second child. During my high school years, I moved to the United States and completed a substantial part of my education here. Unlike the majority of Punjabis in the United States, I am well educated and employed in government service. However, I did have an entrepreneur streak and was running a small business on the side. My parents died, in an accident, when I was in high school, forcing me to relocate to the United States.

Ours is a typical arranged marriage, with me marrying her shortly after meeting her in India. We had our first child within the first year. I was sexually experienced, and it appeared that my wife was as well, though I wasn't certain at the time. I was mostly an American and had several girlfriends over the years because I had studied in the US from a young age. Some relationships lasted a few years, but the majority were brief. Before our marriage, I had heard a few rumours about Preet from my cousin in India, but I didn't fully believe him at the time. Besides, I was open-minded, and she was so lovely that I couldn't say no.

Giving Him What He Wants

My wife and I have been married for over 3 years and have 1 child. I am 28 and my wife is 5 years younger to me. Ever since our marriage, I had noticed that she was frigid in bed and didn't reciprocate in bed; mostly she let me have my way with her but never initiated sex with me.

My wife is a very attractive woman; she is fair and stands around 5' 3" with a slender body. She has an amazing figure even after delivering a child; although her breasts are a tad big for her frame. She is a highly desirable woman but somehow that never translated into excitement in the bedroom. I thought, maybe she was interested in other young men, so I started leaving her alone with other men on some pretext or another but nothing ever happened. I could see the men's lust filled eyes pop out but that had no effect on her.

Then one day, something happened accidentally. It was six months after she gave birth to our first son. We were visiting our relatives on the occasion of a wedding. They had made sleeping arrangements in a public hall but my wife wasn't comfortable and hence the other side (her close friend was a relative from the other side) offered us a small room at the far corner of the hall. The only catch was that her friend's parents would be sharing the room with us. It was a small room perhaps 7x8 with a door at one end of the room. At night, everyone was tired with the festivities and we heard people snoring hard in the main hall as we walked towards the room and were so relieved that the room was empty and we didn't have to tolerate the snoring people. She admonished me as I made an attempt to make love to her that night; after a few repeated attempts she pushed my hand away and went to the restroom. After coming back from the restroom, she slept on the other side of our baby instead of sleeping right next to me. It was a clear indication that she was not in the mood.

Hubby Surrenders His Lactating, Young White Wife to His Black Boss for a Promotion - 2

I use my position as a black business owner to seduce the white wives of my subordinates.

When Kate and David got back to their room after dinner, I was watching and listening when she started the conversation by asking, “Tell me, David, is there anything encouraging that you’d like to tell me about your day that you didn’t feel comfortable discussing in front of the others?”

He replied in a way that seemed uncharacteristically upbeat for his timid personality when he said, “Oh yes, Kate, I’m so excited about this opportunity now. They gave me a lot of confidential insights into the company, and the management training was excellent. And the best part is that I learned that my salary will be increasing by seventy-five percent. I’ll also be a part of the managers’ bonus program, which could mean tens of thousands more each year. So, this really is an amazing opportunity for us.”

That’s when Kate decided to confront him. She asked, “That’s just wonderful, David, but is all of that worth it if you had to lie to me and effectively sell my body to your boss?”

Hubby Surrenders His Lactating, Young White Wife to His Black Boss for a Promotion - 1

I use the power of my position as a black business owner to seduce the white wives of employees.

The stresses of leadership can sometimes be a strain, but few would argue against the reality that being the top dog is better than being in any lower position. My name is Ken, and I am the African-American owner of a manufacturing company that I founded twenty years ago in Allentown, Pennsylvania, just five years after obtaining my master’s degree in mechanical engineering. Because of the research for my master’s thesis, I patented a manufacturing process that has allowed me to build a very lucrative business.

I was fifty years old at the time of this story and had only been married for ten years. The long hours and hard work spent establishing my company didn’t give me much time for a social life or family, and I eventually married, Janice, my white administrative assistant. She was married, but we developed a strong relationship from all the time we spent together at work, and I had been fucking her since shortly after she was hired.

Her husband began to suspect that I was fucking her, and we brought our relationship out into the open. Janice and her husband had an amicable divorce, largely because I gave her husband a high paying sales job with my company which keeps him on the road most of the time. That helped him to overcome the humiliation of losing his wife to the black boss.

Impregnated by the Black Mountain Man

My husband and I rescue a black man after a flood and he ends up impregnating me.

The floods in Colorado in the fall of 2013 caused devastating losses thought to exceed two billion dollars. It rained for several days and the water accumulated in the mountain foothills and eventually came roaring out of the valleys and canyons in historically-destructive swollen creeks and streams. Roads were completely washed away in many places and the landscape was changed by the sand, rocks, and debris that were moved by the flood waters. My husband and I live in one of those valleys but were spared the worst of the flood.
We live in a modern, log home built in an isolated canyon. Our property is about one hundred yards from the nearest creek, and at an elevation of fifty feet above the normal high-water level. We have no close neighbors and are pretty much self-sufficient with a well-stocked food cellar, plenty of firewood, and an emergency diesel generator for power. We also have well water and satellite service for television and internet access. We were well provisioned and comfortable during the emergency, even though all the access roads out of the canyon were washed away.
My name is Leah, and my husband, Ed, and I have daughter who was five months old at the time of this story. I was still nursing our daughter, and we were trying to get me pregnant again. Ed was twenty-eight years old and I was twenty-six. He's a mechanical engineer and was fortunate to be able to convince his employer to allow him to work from home most of time, only having to drive down the mountain to his office two or three days a month.
I'm a registered nurse who works in a small clinic in the closest town. I was on extended maternity leave at the time of the flood. We own our home free and clear and enjoy our isolated life in the mountains. Our frugal lifestyle allows us to live very comfortably on Ed’s salary.

My Naughty Fiancee Fucked The Stripper At Her Bachelor Party - 1

Sue fucked the stripper at her bachelorette party, and Rose has the video of Sue on her iPhone.

True life is stranger than fiction. That is the best way to describe my relationship with Sue.  Sue is a knockout brunette with tits to die for.  Her 32D-24-34 body is eye popping.  Sue is twenty-five years old and I'm twenty-seven.  My name is Craig and I've known Sue for three years.  Sue is a professional sales rep for a pharmaceutical company, and her good looks and body serve her well in the competitive sales world. She has no trouble getting appointments, and is the top sales rep at her company. Almost all her clients are male doctors, and we all know that all men are pigs. Let them fantasize all they want, as long as Sue gets the orders.
I'm a conservative engineer, and Sue and I are opposites in many aspects of our lives.  They do say opposites attract, and that does describe our relationship.  We met at a singles bar and connected over drinks.  We were both ready to settle down after a few years in the singles scene.  I felt like I hit the jackpot when Sue agreed to go out with me.  I know all my friends are jealous.  Sue is one in a million.  Gorgeous, killer body, smart, outgoing personality, and adventurous.
We dated for two years when I asked her to marry me.  She said 'yes' immediately.  We set the wedding for six months out.  That gave us time to plan the wedding, without going crazy like some couples who put the wedding off a year or more.

My Wife The Internet Swinger 5

My wife becomes more independent.

  I was asleep on the couch when I heard a noise. I blinked a few times and looked at the clock. It was 2am. I heard the noise again and decided it was coming from our bedroom. I got up to see if everything was alright. My wife was in there with her newest sex partner, a very large black man. I wasn't sure what I would find and hoped she hadn't gotten into something over her head.

I slowly opened the door. The bathroom light was on so I could see everything going on. My wife was naked on the bed on all fours. Her black lover was behind her trying to get his huge cock in her. He had the head of it in her pussy but was having problem getting the super fat shaft in. Her pussy looked very wet and very stretched. In this position her big pendulous breasts were hanging down and rubbing on the sheet. He was using his large hands to spread her apart more as he pressed forward. She was moaning and that is what I heard. I wasn't sure if he was hurting her.

“Oh my God you cock is so big and fat. Please get it back in me. Don't worry I can take it.” she said between moans.

My Wife The Internet Swinger 4

Beth makes changes and finds another plaything.

My wife Beth had changed into someone I didn't know. The last round of sex with another guy showed me a totally different side of her. He was a teenager and she is 35. She role played with him as his Mother and he was her Son. The sex was very hot and I found a pay site that would pay for amateur movies showing incest. The movie was very believable and they paid me $1000 for it.

Beth was getting more obsessed with her body at the same time she was getting obsessed with big cocks. She wanted to look hot and desirable so more guys would want to do it with her. She had worked out like a fiend and toned her shape. Tight muscular legs and ass. She has a washboard stomach and an all over tan. I thought her 36D cup tits were perfect but she didn't. She wanted bigger ones. Some of the other women on the picture site had really huge ones. I think she thought they were getting more e-mail then her.

I didn't find out she was going through with the implants until the day of the surgery. She had taken money out of our savings to pay for it. Like other things once she made her mind up there was no stopping her. Of course I went with her as a dutiful husband. The doctor she had picked was the best one for this in our city. She told me she wanted to go bigger but also wanted a natural look and feel. She convinced him to use silicone implants to accomplish this. They wheeled her out for the operation and I just waited in the room. A few hours later she came back from recovery and later that day we went home. A week later I drove her back for a followup appt. In the examining room the doctor removed the tightly wrapped bandages. Now free her new boobs stood out proudly from her chest. She was a natural 36D but now she was at least a DDD or EE. They were still swollen but I could tell he had done a great job. They looked perfect and very natural. He had used an incision in the fold under them. He was an expert in using tiny stitches and soon you would never know there was even a scar there.

Indian Women Black Driver

Before I tell you about this incident let me tell you about us. I am an Indian and my name is Harish. I am 5’10” and weigh 70kg. I am 41 now. My wife Kamini is 37, 5’6”, weighs 60kg. Both of us are very health conscious and follow a healthy regimen of diet and exercise. This has kept our bodies fit and youthful. Kamini is an extremely beautiful lady. She has a very pretty face that makes her look majestic. She has a great set of tits that are large and heavy. She has a flat tummy and wide hips. She has creamy white blemish less very smooth skin. Men and women stare alike at her whenever she goes out. I feel very lucky to have her as my wife. She is a real Kamini (sex Goddess). We live in New Delhi in India.

We were married 13 years ago and our sex life was great. She always was a big titted babe but her breasts became even larger after the birth of our daughter after four years of marriage. Her breasts’ mass increased appreciably and looked more beautiful than ever. They became heavier and had a lot of green and blue veins running around on the creamy surface. They sagged naturally a little due to their heavy weight but looked magnificent. I remember that I had to use both my hands to hold her one breast. Her aureoles too spread farther and covered an area the size of my palm. Her nipples became very dark which was in total contrast with her milky white skin. Whenever, I was at home I will ask her to remove her blouse and bra and then feed the baby. It was a great sight to watch her huge milk filled melons sitting proudly on her chest. I will get an instant hard on while watching her. Sometimes, I used to drink Kamini’s milk. I liked the sweet warm taste. Sex was great with her. She fed the baby for two years and then weaned her. Her breasts lost very little mass and remained large and heavy though the aureoles became smaller and the nipples turned pink again.

Redneck Boss Fucks Employee's Young Wife

I knew when I went to college to obtain my civil engineering degree, that the construction industry has its ups and downs with the economy. But, even as a young boy I had a strong desire to work in an occupation involving earth moving of almost any type, including road building and construction site preparation. When I graduated from college in Mobile, Alabama, I was fortunate to find a job with a civil engineering consulting firm in my hometown near Montgomery.
My name is Justin, and with my new, well-paying job and prospects for a bright future, I married my high school sweetheart, Denise, who most people call Denny, and we bought a nice, but highly-mortgaged home in the Montgomery suburbs. Denny didn’t have the aptitude for a four-year university, so she went to a community college and was working as a bookkeeper at the time.
I know that a lot of the guys meet girls in college that they marry, but Denny was the love of my life, and we stayed in touch, and dated when we could, while I was away at school. We didn’t make a pact to not see other people, but I never dated other girls. And as far as I knew she wasn’t dating other boys. I tried to make the two-and-a-half-hour drive home at least twice a month to see her, and I knew that she was happy to see me because her pussy was usually so wet and juicy when I surprised her like that.
We have known one another since grade school but didn’t start dating until we were sixteen years old and juniors in high school. We were both virgins when we started dating, and Denny quickly developed a voracious appetite for sex. I’m not that well-hung, at only four and a half inches long and thin, but we did every kind of oral and genital sex that we could think of.

Learning to Let Go Pt. 02

It was about 9:45 by the time we arrived and parked. The place was called an adult theater, but it didn't look like a theater, at all. I don't know why, but I had a mental image of an old-school movie house. It was just an isolated building in a run-down, semi-industrial area. The building was old and had probably once been a warehouse. 

It had a large, brightly lit sign that proclaimed ADULT THEATER out front. The parking lot looked like it had been paved in the 60's and not repaired since, with large potholes and gaps. In fact, it ended completely at the side of the building, with a sign that read "additional parking in rear". Beyond that point, it was just gravel.

We found an open spot near the entrance, which was at the side of the building near the font. A glass foyer had been added on many years ago. The glass was darkly tinted and plastered with product posters and advertisements, along with a warning that firearms were prohibited. Well, that was reassuring. 

We walked in and found the foyer was dimly lit. It contained a couple of vending machines. One sold sodas and the other snacks. An open, exposed staircase was just inside the entrance, to the right. It climbed up, and turned to the left, ending at a landing we couldn't quite see from there. Passed the stairs and more to the right of the foyer, there was a metal door with a hand-written paper sign taped on it at eye-level. We couldn't read it from here.

Over to the left, the foyer opened into a brightly lit room that was an adult novelty and porn DVD store. There was a lot of clutter, signs, posters, and warnings, but it was all a bit overwhelming. I also noticed a couple of men milling about in the foyer, drinking sodas. 

Laurie's Milk Ch. 05

Steve sweat and panted. 

"Jesus Christ" he exclaimed. 

Laurie cocked her head to the side. "What's wrong honey?" 

Steve sighed. 

He dropped the spanner and stood back from the pool filter. 

"The bolts were tighter on the drumhead than I thought they would be," Steve answered. He peered inside the barrel he had just uncovered, and made a face. "Yeah, it's what I thought. The sand needs to be replaced." 

"Oh. Should I get out then?" Laurie asked. She kicked against the tiled side of the pool, pushing herself backwards and waded into deeper water. 

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, still looking into the filter. 

"No, no, you can stay in. I just need to dump the old stuff, then take the truck and go get new sand," he replied. 

Laurie's clouded over. "Do you have to do it today? You're only just back from the city and I want some time with you before you go off again." 

Steve smiled at his wife. "I know honey. But I've just spent the better part of an hour taking this thing apart. I may as well finish the job. Then you can have me all to yourself." 

Laurie smiled. Her husband Steve was working with his agent and a moderately successful publishing house to get his manuscript into print. Contracts had been signed and they had received his advance months ago. But between now and his work actually getting onto bookshelves, there were enough meetings and interviews that Steve had had to take a leave of absence from his Data Analyst position to be at the publishers, or his agent's offices, for nearly as many hours as his full time job required. 

Impregnated by the Black Mountain Man

The floods in Colorado in the fall of 2013 caused devastating losses thought to exceed two billion dollars. It rained for several days and the water accumulated in the mountain foothills and eventually came roaring out of the valleys and canyons in historically-destructive swollen creeks and streams. Roads were completely washed away in many places and the landscape was changed by the sand, rocks and debris that were moved by the flood waters. My husband and I live in one of those valleys, but were spared the worst of the flood.

We live in a modern, log home built in an isolated canyon. Our property is about one hundred yards from the nearest creek, and at an elevation of fifty feet above the normal high-water level. We had no close neighbors and were pretty much self-sufficient with a well-stocked food cellar, plenty of firewood and an emergency diesel generator for power. We also have well water and satellite service for television and internet access. We were well provisioned and comfortable during the emergency, even though all of the access roads out of the canyon were washed away.

My name is Leah, and my husband Ed and I have daughter who was five months old at the time of this story. I was still nursing our daughter, and we were trying to get me pregnant again. Ed was twenty-eight years old and I was twenty-six. He is a mechanical engineer, and was fortunate to be able to convince his employer to allow him to work from home most of time, only having to drive down the mountain to his office two or three days a month.

Lactating Wife Impregnated by a Stranger at a Halloween Party

Jill’s Perspective

Halloween has always been one of my favorite times of the year. And even now, at the age of twenty-five, married, and with a five-month old daughter, I still look forward to fall and the chance to dress in costume. My name is Jillian, but most people call me Jill, and I am married to John, who most people call Jack. I know it sounds kind of corny having our nicknames be Jack and Jill, but we have a lot of fun with it.

We started our lives together in a nice suburb outside of Philadelphia, and we are fortunate to have some very good neighbors. I sometimes have to pinch myself, at having such a wonderful husband, and now a beautiful daughter. I met Jack in a bar, after we both had graduated from college, and as far as I knew, he had never learned about my past. I am pretty and have a great body, and I used that to my advantage to have as much sex as I could in college.

I don’t mean to brag, but at five feet and five inches tall, and weighing one hundred and twenty-five pounds, after getting back in shape after giving birth, I have a fit, curvy body. My breasts were 34Ds before our daughter was born and I started nursing her, and now my breasts are 34EEs. My ass is also full and heart-shaped. So, my breasts and ass really are enticing to most men, and they fall over themselves staring at me. Add to that my dark-blonde hair and green eyes, with big, wide-set eyes, and facial features similar to the actress Emma Stone, and I sure get a lot of attention from all of the men.

My Surprise Vacation

It was indeed a surprise package planned by my loving hubby Rajesh without neither discussing with me nor letting out any details whatsoever to me. He just asked me to pack our bags for 10 days and not to ask him any questions. I too obliged and just followed his instructions anxiously waiting to see what is in store for me. 

The warmth of the tropics took our breath away from the moment we walked off the plane. It was as if the cold bitter winter we had just left four hours earlier was only a memory. I looked at my hubby, as I called him and saw an incredible smile spread quickly across his face. It was as if our minds were both feeling the same rush of joy as the warm air blanketed us. 

On landing at the airport I came to know that we were at Montego Bay, Jamaica in the Caribbean Islands. We made our way through customs which was nothing more than a long line and a wasted hour instead of being on the beach. The airport was clean but not as clean as we are used to back home. Of course we both commented we were in a third world country so things were going to feel different. 

Rajesh was looking at me quite differently than usual. I was certainly in great shape even after two kids. As I saw him standing there it sent a message to my hormones that this was going to be a sex filled week indeed. I had pulled my hair back into a pony tail and tied it with a pink ribbon. I remember thinking to myself, wow, I looked hot! Rajesh smiled as we then grabbed our bags and headed out the door into the fading sun light. It was late afternoon yet Rajesh commented how warm it still felt. As promised the van was waiting and carried us off down the country side to our resort. Rajesh and I were the only one in the van as the driver, a local man, chatted away the entire hour ride. Odd thing was I noticed him carefully checking me out quite often. Figuring it was Indian skin that had him interested. I never really gave it much thought and kind of enjoyed the flirting on his part. Not really sure but I sensed Rajesh noticing it as well. No harm in having some fun. After all we were on vacation, right? 

The Wife Game

After dinner, Doris Blake sat on the sofa with a glass of burgundy wine and watched the evening news. Her husband Tom was at the driving range and her 18 year old daughter Tammy was out with her friends. The 37 year old blond was a stay at home mom; she was pleased with her life and didn't mind not entering the job market. Tom was a dentist and insisted that Doris did not have to work, although the credit card bills had been piling up lately and he urged her to cut down on her spending. 

The telephone rang and Doris answered it and spoke to her friend Joyce, "Hi Joyce, what's up?"

Her friend excitedly told her, "There is a new reality show on tonight at 9pm. I read all about the show and it sounds wild. The show is called 'The Wife Game' and the wives have to live with other families for three months. Can you imagine living with another family and having a different husband for three months?"

"No I can't, that sounds crazy, why would anyone want to do that?"

"Well, to start with you get $100,000.00 for three months and a chance to win one million. You really get an opportunity to see how other people live and you get to sleep with another woman's husband."

"The only thing that is tempting me is the money. Tom is the only man that I have ever been with and besides, if I sleep with her husband then she will be sleeping with Tom, right?" 

"Sounds like you both could use a little change; just think how exciting it would be. Watch the show and think it over, I will call you after the show, bye."

Glory Hole

Jean, my twenty-eight year old wife, had been asking questions about the adult bookstore downtown for some time now. She wanted to know what was in there, who was in there, what went on in there and what might happen if we went in there. (MMF, gh, breast-torture-fetish)


We’re finally here, I thought to myself as we pulled into the parking lot of an adult bookstore a few miles from our house. Jean, my twenty-eight year old wife, had been asking questions about it for some time now. She wanted to know what was in there, who was in there, what went on in there, what might happen if we went in there. 

She had heard about glory holes, especially as they were used by the gay community for anonymous oral sex. But she also wondered what she might do in there, wondered what might be done to her in there. For months now, she had raised the occasional question, the probing inquiry. But now we were here, parked, ready to go inside.

Jean was dressed for the event. She wore a short dress that was low cut, showing off her firm tits. She had lots of tan shoulder and arm exposed, lots of sexy leg. Only three buttons on top kept the dress on her. It could be removed in an instant. Underneath she wore, at my suggestion, nothing. Her sandals made her legs look so tan, so naked.

Fahima

Fahima Begum sat in front of her bedside mirror unable to concentrate as she struggled to fix her hijab properly. Lately her mind had been plagued by doubts and sinful thoughts that no married Pakistani woman should have, and yet there they were. Fahima had been married to her husband, Ali, for 15 years now, whilst it was a good marriage it was missing something. In 15 years of marriage, Fahima and Ali had not been able to conceive a child. They had visited many different doctors to find out why and they all confirmed, what Fahima knew deep down, that Ali had an extremely low sperm count. 

The news shattered both of them and completely broke Ali. Fahima did her best to comfort him, assuring him that she held nothing against him and trying to explain how she loved him even more.

"It's Allah's will, my jaan, there is very little we can do. We can try for adoption," she said to him mustering all the enthusiasm and faith she could.

"Maybe," he replied in a flat tone. You could hear how shattered his heart was by the waver in his voice.

"Nothing is going to change, my jaan, but at least we still have each other," Fahima said with a small smile.

Swap

"Why don't you just ask her?" Dave said,.

"I'm pretty sure she wouldn't go for it."

"I had the same problem when I approached Jean. Her first reaction was no way. She wasn't about to become involved in group activities. But I got her thinking about it-the idea was planted, and one day she asked for details, the people, where, when, what we would be doing. And then I knew she was going to come around. A meeting was set up-she was a little reluctant at first, but when we got into it she found she was really having a good time, and now she is a very enthusiastic participant."

I said, "You know Karen is pretty straight-laced, she doesn't fool around and it would be a tough job convincing her to get involved in extra-marital sex. She might get mad as hell that I would even be thinking about involving her."

"Just plant the idea, don't push, let it germinate. Maybe mention it again after she thinks about it some. I could have Jean talk to her-tell her more about our activities."

Finally I got the courage to broach the subject to Karen. At first she was appalled-then angry. She said, "I can't believe you would want us to get involved in extra-marital sex!"

I said, "a lot of people are doing it these days, and they seem to have fun with it. It isn't love-it's just sex."

First Swingers Party

Last weekend was one of many firsts. James and I decided to go to a couples party. Up to this point we had met couples before and ended up playing with our respective partners in the same room. As those that have read our submissions know, I'm a huge exhibitionist. I love dressing up as slutty as possible and parading around naked and teasing people. So a swingers party was the perfect opportunity for me to wear a new sexy top James had recently purchased. The top was cut low and showed off a lot of cleavage, however what made it that extra bit slutty was the fact the material was thin and my hard nipples poked out very predominately. The top was a crop top so I wore a tight, figure hugging high waisted skirt showing just a hint of my toned stomach, and black heels. James looked dapper as ever with jeans, dress shoes and a blue dress shirt.

When I left the house I had a different top on but as soon as I was in the car with James off came the top and I was left in my skirt and black lace bra. The bra was strapless and almost see through, very thin and my nipples were poking out already. James immediately reached over and gently massaged my right breast as he drove, then readjusted his cock in his jeans. I smiled to myself knowing he was getting hard.

Soon I was topless and enjoyed the hour long drive. Half way into the drive I put on the grey low cut top and once again James reached over and massaged me, even flicking my rock hard nipples to tease me. I sat back enjoying his hands on me but it was over too soon for my liking. I turned on the radio and started dancing away when my favourite song came on. The top did not stay up and kept sliding down my arms exposing my right boob, then left. I didn't care, I continued dancing, my boobs bouncing. The anticipation of the party was already getting me horny, not to mention James's hands on me and being topless in the car.