Down the hatch went the latest shot. Mitt felt the drink course through him, shredding his inhibitions. But he stood tall. He could hold his liquor as if it were water. "I can do anything. WOO!" he screamed. Pounding dance music roared through the night, ringing through his ears. Huddled groups of young men were clustered together, downing shots, lifting beer mugs, eyes drifting. Crowds of girls stood in separate clusters, giggling, laughing, their fingernails long and brightly colored, their hair tossing, their bodices tight, their legs bare and wiggling. He eyed them all, boldly, unashamedly, mentally wondering which one was the best. "Come on, man," said one of his friends. "We need to get some action." "I don't know," said another, worriedly. "These babes might be just a bit out of our league." Mitt laughed. "Out of my league? NO ONE is out of my league!" His chest puffed up like a balloon. "I can have ANY bitch in this club! You hear that? Any fucking girl I want!" he shouted. Hearing this, a nearby group of girls glanced in his direction, admiring his powerful, muscular figure. His keen eyes zeroed in on the dance floor. There they were, a shining sea of sexy legs. Four girls were sexy there, all blonde, all clad in the tightest of tight miniskirts, all with flimsy tops teacher that left little to the student imagination. Boobs jutting forward and back, asses swinging back and forward. And the one in the middle! What a babe! Big tits, round ass, dressed like a temptress, hot as hell, with a japan face fit to die for. He pointed a finger in her direction. "That's her! That's the one I'm going for!" His friends looked at him with incredulity. He didn't blame them; the girl was so hot she could easily appear on magazine covers. But they were not him. There was a ring of guys dancing around the girls, hoping desperately for some kind of contact, but such-like riffraff were beneath japanese him. To that end, she had gone to her ridiculous purse and sexy retrieved one japan of her cheap, MLM knives. Sandi was cuddled up to me and it was still dark. Sitting down on a nearby stump he rubbed his chin again. “I do care for him, for him and you.” "Is that a bad thing?” Rob laughed. By morning, Carole was exhausted, covered with cum, teacher and very sore all over. It was at that point that she had japanese decided to ask her sister if she would let her fuck Jem. Soon the bottle was empty and it had its effects on all. “I, uh…” But is that really true, it seems so… unlikely? I knelt before my possessed twin sister. After our orgy that night, student Amy and Jenna cleaned me up and dressed me in a skirt, panties, one of their t-shirts, a bra