Other people were still dancing and having great fun. The hall filled, and the disco light kept on making everywhere colorful and bringing in more, fun. When Ponda's hands touched Max, he instantly felt the softness, and she smiled, "How old are you, Max?"
Max thought for a while and wondered why she asked, I am almost nineteen—"
"That means you are eighteen already," Ponda observed.
Soon Ponda felt Max's hands on her buttocks, she immediately felt a sensation that got her eyes narrowed into sexy slits, and she quickly put her wet lips on Max, who didn't wait a few seconds to respond.
Suddenly, somebody walked out of the crowd and stood far away, and watched what was going on between Ponda and Max. Ponda kept on sucking Max's lips and when Max finally withdrew his lips, he asked, "How old are you—"
"I am twenty-one and it doesn't—matter at all, if I am screwed by a guy lesser my age, does it matter, Max? It is all fine!"
