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As far as I knew, I had arrived right on time. Was arriving on time considered late for parties? Or was this small for a crowd? If it were the latter, I prayed the floorboards would desi be able to keep intact. The atmosphere sure was something. What looked like a small layer of fog hung over the crowd. I wasn’t able to tell if that was from the weed, a fog machine, or if fog just seemed to naturally form at these events. The music, alternating from crappy electronic pop to crappy electronic pop with steel guitars, rung in my ears with the resonant frequency of a steel bridge. No wonder no one bothered to talk – no one would be able to hear them anyway. It smelled of body spray – many different types, in fact. Everyone needed to make sure they smelled their best, and apparently, dress their worst. The heat was on full blast in the house, meaning that people could take their sweaters off with their coats, leaving a collection of ripped t-shirts, tank tops and an assortment of slutty clothing (with the guys being just as slutty as the girls) underneath, but also meaning everyone’s faces flushed with the heat as well as their own drunkenness. Not quite knowing where to go, I began to wander. Every little action the partygoers engaged in caught my eye as I wandered like they were all pieces from a museum of an alien culture, and I was just a curious visitor, passing through. Each room seemed to have its own theme – the dining room was full of drinking and eating, the living room indian full of dancing and humping, the deck full of smoking and laughing, the foyer full of welcoming and cheering, and the kitchen, thankfully enough, was barely populated and teacher served as a break room for people who couldn’t take in all of the hectic action. Although, it was apparent that I was the only one that fit that deion. The only other person in the kitchen was Jeff, the VP, apparently guarding the fridge. I got student the impression that Megan hadn’t quite cleared my name yet. From when I entered, he just gave me a cold glance and said nothing. I didn’t even bother to acknowledge his presence though. All I could do was catch my breath from the shock of so many people crammed together in one house. “What are you doing here?” Jeff finally asked me. “Hey, Jeff.” I responded, finally able to control myself. “Your brother invited me.” “He doesn’t have a say in what goes on with these parties.” He informed me. “I do.” “Ah, cool.” I said nonchalantly. “I don’t care who you think you are, but anybody who disrespects the council like you do is not welcome in my house.” He continued. He started to approach me. “Woah, woah, woah!” I said, backing up. “Phil told Tutor you not to treat me any differently!” I got the feeling that that particular request went through one ear of every council member there and out the other. “Megan and I are cool now! Hell, she was supposed to come with me!” This didn’t stop him, so I continued. “I’m… I’m her boyfriend now!” Jeff just stopped, looking more like he had confusion on his face than forgiveness. I took this as an opportunity to continue. “We came to an understanding on Monday. We’re good now, I promise. She said she’d clear things up the next meeting. I’m not a bad guy. Stars burst across my vision. The buxom teacher blonde indian was now forced to straddle one of the beasts as another bore down on top of her, her hips being forced against two separate cocks inside two separate entrances; a cool rush of desi air chilled her sweat covered face as the lower half of her mask was suddenly torn away, and another throbbing shaft was thrust down her throat. I saved you, remember? A flash of resistance seeking to pull her off of me. She pointed at her purse on the table. Tutor How could we get you to get a ride on a police horse?” So with the logistics figured out I focused on what I saw when I examined the power jewel. Friday student I had taken a soaking bubble bath and painted my nails. Miguel got behind the girl and stared at her young ass. She squeezes on Cindy's wrist as hard as she can, who eventually, after a few very long seconds, drops the scalpel.