As I was processing all of these thoughts, probably somewhat slowly given my own level of intoxication, I saw Rachel's hand reach out and, before I knew it, she had grasped my c**k over my underwear and begun to stroke it gently. Waves of pleasure coursed through me. I was beyond turned on. It felt so good that I didn't want to pull away, and I wasn't even certain she wanted me to. So I just stood there, swaying with the music, and let her continue. For how long, I'm not certain, but eventually it occurred to me that I had to do something. Reluctantly, I pulled away, as I had with Syd, and waved my finger at Rachel admonishingly. She seemed surprised and even a little disappointed for a moment. It was as if she had momentarily forgotten where we were, but the wagging of my finger had broug
