He rolled it between his fingers while he looked into my eyes. ‘I love you’ he said. ‘I love you too’ I replied back. His hand moved down my ...ody, my legs parted slightly. I knew what was coming, I was burning inside waiting for him to touch me. His hand brushed across my pubic hair. I shivered. The moment his finger touched my outer lips, his face came to mine, kissing me slowly. I was so wet. Even now, I don’t think I’ve ever been that wet and turned on. I wanted him so badly. I still felt. At all.He was easy to talk to, and he had good sense of humor. They pointed out people to each other, and Steve was obviously enjoying himself, in ten minutes knocking back a drink and going for another. Once in awhile, his eyes did a quick scan of her boobs, but that was why she had worn this dress, wasn't it? The truth was, when she was in the mood, she liked showing herself off."You know," he said, looking around the auditorium. "I have to admit, some of us- and I don't mean us- haven't, how. Well after we divorced she made ends meet by working as an escort. She would have been willing to do me and my friend Scot, but he said that just talking to her was a total turn off. It cost me a days sky lift ticket, a luxury room with it's own hot tub, a bottle of good champagne, two Quaalude's, and 300 dollars. She skied all day, drank the champagne, soaked in the hot tub, took the pills, and went to bed. Scot and I entered the room later, finding her completely passed out under the thin. Letting us see her small, but long and rock-hard nipples, which she begins to pinch and pull as the dog sniffs around infront of her, raising his head toward her. Sniffing at her tits as she offers them to her, slopping one quick lick out over one nipple, making her gasp and smile again.He lowers his head to get his snout between her legs, sniffing and snorting at her crotch.She angles herself, opening her legs a little and leaning back – reaching down to pull the crotch of her panties across.