I'd start breathing fast and my hands would grab onto him tightly anywhere to keep him from leaving me.He'd suck one nipple hard and then the other an... I'd feel my legs weaken and the his hands would move to my bikini bottoms ... that's where I wanted his hands to slip inside and stroke my pussy ... slide along its wetness with a couple of fingers ... brushing my clit. He'd rub on it with purpose while telling me what he wanted to do to me and then he'd thrust a finger inside my pussy. I'd done. His right hand left my shoulder and then I felt pressure at the entrance to my vagina, something that seemed too big to fit in at all. ?Wow, you are so wet.? he said, and I felt his thumb stroke my now extremely sensitive clit, and I cried out. ?You’re gonna scream so much louder than that.? he said, and he pushed up into me and stars danced before my eyes as I swore he ripped a hole that was not there, and I did scream, just as he said. He then stayed very still as I. "You were thinking of him again, weren't you? How about if we think about fashions for a while and forget about sex?" I'm sorry, Melissa. It just happened. I apologize. I'll pay attention."When Cathy had completed her selection, Donna Vincent, the owner of the salon and spa complex, approached them. "Ladies, new fashions and shopping can be very stressful. We have a complete crew of accomplished massage professionals working this afternoon. Why don't you both go upstairs to the spa and allow. She was unapproachable, I was told, unless you had a question directly related to the conference arrangements.During the course of the conference I introduced myself to her, and had the distinct impression that what I had been told about her unapproachability was exactly right. I made a point of smiling and saying hello to her each time I happened to pass by her, and eventually my greeting was always returned, more warmly, I thought, than it was to the other guys, but probably, I realized,.