Alice began to cry, and Ifelt tears flowing involuntarily from my eyes. The women surrounded us,cooing "how cute," "our sissies are in love," "look, t...ey are stillholding hands," "make them kiss again, this is so precious," but ourbosses took pity on us and returned the party to order.The night progresses nicely, we have recovered from our embarrassingfling and again were mincing around and chatting with the girls, ourease helped by a generous amount of bubbly, when a voice cut through. “Your lady is very attractive, you are a very lucky man. Would you like to share her with me?,” Alana asks with a very flirtatious smile.Before I can answer a waiter offers us all another round of drinks and nibbles and I drift off to network with some of my colleagues.Twenty-five minutes later Alana and Janet are chatting and flirting like long lost friends. “Talk to Janet while I freshen up,” Alana tells me as she excuses herself.“Alana told me you are two-years older than her. She told me. Then grandma was back, in both hands each the half of a great cut juicy onion, that she immediately rubbed over the bloody wales on moms ass, what mom quitted with some screams, that seemed to be louder than those at her whipping.This way tortured, the let her lay on the table, screaming, whimpering, quarreling about her situation. They turned around and followed those things they were doing before mom needed to be educated in the therapy of traitors. Some of their visitors watched this fresh. She moans and turns herface to bring her mouth to mine. We kiss as hungrily as we canat this awkward angle. Jethro Tull has jarringly blended the end of "Broadsword"with the beginning of "Aqualung." "Sitting on a park bench/Eyeing little girls with bad intent..." sings Ian as he dancesacross the stage. I feel a shudder run through my companion. The kiss isreleased and she draws air sharply between her teeth. She,again, moves her luscious buttocks, releasing my ridged member. She.