Purring with delight she felt the familiar tingles coursing through her body as he gently rolled her on to her back and slid the soft silk blouse away...from her body. Her back arched slightly as he kissed each shoulder blade and knuckle of her spine as he unfastened her bra. She almost melted into the bed as he expertly ran his fingers and tongue over every inch of her back and down, down, down to where the top of her panties rested against her lower back. She gave a low moan of pleasure as his. I was groaning and moaning and trembling involuntarily, he was too, my mouth full of him, the rushing liquid of his DNA pounding in my ears, deafening my growing groans ... and we came together, wow, what perfect synchronicity. Little blobs of purple stars exploded in my eyes, blacking out the rotating ones in the domed, dim blackness ... and that floor gave my knees a stabbing, painful reminder of who just was boss here.We left, walking slowly home to ease the protests our bones were yelling. His wife trying to hold him up and prevent this all this from happening. I held the man up and asked if he was having an medical problem. The woman replied just drinks too much. I could tell she was embarrassed. "I will help you to your room." I said seeing that the woman was too small to handle this on her own. "Thank you, thank you" Was her reply. As the elevator started to move I could not help but notice the woman's tits. I mean she was not hot or anything but her tits were perfect. She. However, I reminded myself it wasn’t my rodeo.One of the new couples sat next to me. I quickly found that they looked and were Californian in most of the bad senses of that word; they weren’t friendly. The wife was sitting next to me showing much too much cleavage for a business-type dinner. Her dress was considerably shorter than Belinda’s and Belinda’s was short. She leaned toward me exposing her bra-less state and asked where I was from.I answered, “Rural Georgia.” Belinda’s ears perked up.
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