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By the time we were at the club all three of us were drunk and ready to mingle with women and give them stupid lines in hopes of seducing them. The club scene we went to was an outside setting with two levels of multiple bars. This is why we came here, we had multiple clubbing options that were all in the same space. All we had to do is park in the garage across the street and walk inside the square block of clubs that were all packed together. Out of all the options we really favored two clubs. For privacy purposes I’ll call them club red and club blue. These were the only two clubs that played the music we wanted while also giving us a mixed crowd of women from all nationalities. Club Red was my favorite but it cost $20 to get in, Club Blue was basically the asian same type softcore of club and only cost us $10 to get in. Being that we were broke college students of course we made the decision to head into the $10 club. Club blue was straight up dope, the professional sports players from the teams in our city would be in the V.I.P. sections popping bottles with groups of women around them. As broke college students we wanted to be them, we wanted the money, the jewelry and the women. It’s difficult to pull women in a club full of professional athletes flashing money. We pay our $10 cover charge and mature head inside the club, without even discussing it, we headed straight to the bar. Sometimes I drink beer and sometimes I drink liquor, tonight I felt like drinking liquor and ordered my usual captain and coke mix. The next step was to circle the club to see our options of women for the night. It was packed, there were plenty of women from all nationalities with big asses, big breast and nice legs. Think of the type of girl you like and then add the features you want her to have. I’m telling you, whoever you just thought of, she was there that night. After circling the club and finding our spot on the floor, it was time for me to do my usual bathroom visit to take a leak and look at myself in the mirror before going back out into the club and taking shots at women. Like usual, when I get back to the dance floor to find my boys they were standing in the same spot bobbing their heads to the music with no women around them. I always had to be the first one to make a move and hopefully at a group of women to kick it off for my boys. Naturally I’m an introvert, so I hated breaking the ice with women especially the first group of women for the night. Looking around the dark club there was woman after woman walking by or right next to us swinging their hips dancing to the music and rubbing up against us. They didn’t rub up against us on purpose, club blue was so packed that night you really had no standing room so everybody was hip to hip. Continuing to glance around the room looking for eye contact, there was this redheaded white girl that was staring at me. I looked away and then glanced in her direction again. Once again her head turned to look at me. We made eye contact and out came those dreaded butterflies in my stomach that I hate. I hated that nervous feeling of knowing it's time to make a move and deciding whether to puss out or not because I feared rejection. Why does this happen to me? In this situation, why would I be so hesitant to walk over to her and start a conversation? I mean she was the one who was staring at me to begin with so that already told me subconsciously that my shot at indian her was more than a 50/50. Like usual I puss out and look away nervously, while at the same time becoming angry with myself. Here was a good looking chick throwing attention at me and my dumb ass doesn’t move on it. By this time my drink was empty and it doesn’t look good to be standing in the club holding an empty drink. You might as well not have a drink in your hand at all. The crew I rolled with didn’t allow you to not have a drink in your hand. If you weren’t drinking and you were part of this group, you were automatically labeled soft somehow. I headed to the bar for another drink, a captain and coke of course. Walking back to the dance floor I found my boys again and this time they were finally in a different spot on the floor. Midday Saturday we pulled into the holiday park and Anne asked me to join her as we went to the office. It was much nicer just asian letting my morning wood stand tall when I first got up. “I did as co-captain of this team! Just after I tell Katin: "Remove my bonding of my hands, please!". Then he pointed to my crotch.� Now that sounded really bad. He only hoped that they would know it when they saw it. I crawl over till I'm again and looking at those worn black leather boots I chance a look up at him. “Um…” I said, still bowing my head, “…yes.” Gods, I want it so bad!” [It opens] I didn't want to get up. Thank you, Master!” she moaned over and over. He had four or five different videos of both of them fucking him and softcore his old high school buddy, Marcus. “I don’t want to hurt your ego, Honey, but you will never be better at eating my pussy like Logan.” They sat together and ate and all the while her robe got looser. "Jesus christ, you look like a murder scene." Watched my brother turn Mrs. Armstrong into his whore. “Mom!” My son shouts. "Okay I dare you!" he said, watching her every move. If he doesn’t know he will find out and get back to me. Of course, I share everything with Marilyn, not that she needed that much instruction, her mom agrees with Dad that teen age girls need to know facts, not here say from ignorant classmates who think they know more than they really do.” Having said all that, mature Michelle reached for a Kleenex to wipe my cum off, but I got the jug of warm water and a wash cloth for her to use. "Just tell them the truth, indian that I'm giving you extra help. I’m not to sure she was though. They sat up pushing the sheets off, and that was when the girls began their plan. I was in the painful throes of puberty, my boobs were not real big but were still growing, I could tell by the constant ache and bigger bras every few months. I’d not seen exactly what part of the fabric had touched his lips, but when I put it back on my entire body started trembling. I inhaled slowly my mouth, and swallowed hard. I've got this fat cock now!" I would take the toy out of her pussy or ass and lick it clean. 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