. Shit! shit shitshit! It wasn't my bag! It was jam packed with men's clothes. Smelly andhuge. I checked the label and indeed it was somebody called B...Markinson.Well Mr Markinson you are in for a shock when you open up the bag youthink is yours! Oh no. What the hell will I do because it will have myname on the label - C Madison for Chris Madison. I panicked a bit buttold myself to sit down and work out some excuses just in case MrMarkinson looked in the bag, which of course he will do.I. "You are beautiful," I whispered."Thank you," she replied.I took her left hand and wrapped it around the shaft of my dick. She instinctively began to slowly stroke it and she particularly used her fingers to feel around the head as if she was intrigued and fascinated by the sponge-like surface.I adjusted her down so I could kiss her lips. I was encouraged by her responses. She kissed me back and I heard her lightly moan. As our kisses became deeper, I slipped my tongue into her mouth. She. Annalise continued to stimulate her clit with the vibe as Lexi licked her, and she was amazed at how much she was gushing. She couldn’t remember so much liquid ever coming out of her. She was afraid she was making rather a mess of poor Lexi’s face, but you weren’t going to hear Lexi complaining. For one thing, Annalise’s crotch was covering her face; for another, Serena was in the middle of giving her multiple grade-A orgasms.When she had come as much as she could stand, Annalise leaned forward. All over there are couples grinding their bodies to the beat. My body begins to move slightly to the music and can feel the pressure building inside of me. I need a man. Scanning the room again I see him. He is wearing a cobalt blue button down which nicely accentuates the blue of his eye and a pair of tight blue jeans that hug his body beautifully. Turning from him I talk to the bartender to find out what the gentleman is drinking and have an Irish whiskey sent his way. Turning back again I.