I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and turned to see Kate entering the room to my beat, clinking together finger cymbals. I almost dropped ...he mallet. God, she’s gorgeous. Especially when she’s dressed in a gypsy outfit like I saw at her home. As I continued to play the rhythm, she began to dance around the living room. With Kate’s movement and the cymbals, I didn’t need the music in my ears to keep the cadence and rhythm going. I shook my headset off and just kept drumming. I was. She felt vulnerable when she spread her feet, and got into position for her frisking, but was not scared at all. Kelly made sure her short black skirt rode up a little to show her fantastic legs, and she tilted her hips backward, and this caused her skirt to cling tighter to her tight ass. Kelly knew he would be professional about his search. Kelly turned her head, and looked the officer in the eyes again, and was pleased he was looking at her legs, and said in a sexy voice, "I'm sorry, I was. Her right hand rushed to the wet, glistening and bushy love nest between her legs, and before she knew what she was doing, her finger was inside her, slowly but with precision applying pressure to her G-spot. She was lost in the moment, driving her finger in and out of her pussy, when the stall door next to her opened. She heard someone else sit down, and then heard them moan similarly to the way she was just seconds before. She continued her activity, pumping wildly into her tight young pussy.. At this point in the story, you might be wondering how Dorothy would be able to continue her stroll down the yellow brick road, which was now what she was doing with the scarecrow and tin man on either side. Well let's just say that Miss Gail was making up for lost time. She had craved sex for years, and the anxiety built up inside her on the Kansas homestead like mercury rising. Now she was in a land where amazing sex with most amazing men could be found every few miles down this strange.