"Hello."A woman stood near the Maxwell's with a dog. "And who is this?" she said."Maureen I would like you to meet Sabrina," said Grayson a littlenerv...usly. Maureen made a huge sigh. "This is the bitch you HAD to taketo that party? Why is she still here?" She then looked right at me andsaid, "I'm the girlfriend. I'm sure you have other things to do"Barbara looked up. "Maureen we are celebrating, why don't you come backand visit tomorrow when we are not here."Grayson seemed at a loss for words.. And when one of the hands returns to your nightie, and gently tugs the hem up your body, you involuntarily wiggle to free it from your legs. You now realize, vaguely, that your gown is now simply a narrow band of cloth wrapped around your waist, and that your body is open for further touches…. And they are most gentle touches: hands sliding down your tummy, pausing to tease and stroke here and there, eliciting more sighs and wiggles. You press your body back against the strong presence, knowing. Come here and get me aroused again.’ Aliya reached across Tariff’s lap and took him into her small hand. As it was, only the head protruded from her closed fist. She began to lightly tug up and down, feeling him grow longer and stiffer with every stroke. After only a moment she was able to close a second fist around his shaft one on top of the other. ‘Suck on it,’ Tariff told her. She nodded again and lowered her mouth around the tip of his cock. Moving one of her hands out of the way, she slid. But don't you understand that my feelings don't matter? Only the Movement does. Only that. We're caught up in something immeasurably greater than sex and lust or even love. Damn, damn, DAMN... Well, the least I can do is give you a grand sendoff. And seeing you, talking to you like this does seem to have aroused certain biological needs in me. What do you say we find a private place for one final little tryst?"It was cramped in there. A ladies room stall wasn't really designed for two people..