He knew that life would never be the same when that bubble burst.He lifted his hand to wipe tears from his eyes, and a small part of him registered su...prise at how tanned and slender his hands had become. The nails were long and formed perfectly, adding length and elegance to his fingers. Beautiful. More than beautiful enough for Staley. More than beautiful enough for anyone.***Walter Staley felt wonderful. He felt better than he'd ever felt. Every breath was a caress; every stir of his body. Not to say she wasn't attractive. She looked vaguely Eastern European, was lean, and had a nice ass. While I don't love fake tits, hers were nicely done and at least a large C cup. She was definitely someone you would fuck, but clearly had been doing this work for too many years. "Used up" is a phrase that came to mind. She danced and shook her hips for me and presumably the other guests, giving a very personal strip show. Her ample ass was covered by white lingerie, and she slid her hands over. She was sitting so near to me that I could smell her fragrance. She had a nice perfume on her body.Me – Your smell is making me crazy.She – Really? (moving her tongue over her lips).Me – 36?She – Yes, it is 36C.Me – I was asking your age.She laughed loudly. I put my hand on her waist, moving my finger to the navel. She slapped on my hand.She – Not here.Then I started rubbing my feet on her feet. She nodded her head saying not to do that.She – Stop it! I am going to the terrace of the hall and. We were pretty sure that we could show up just about anywhere tonight and they'd let us in. Randi was the one who pointed out that we would want somewhere relatively private."Brock looked around at the people in the room and couldn't help but smile. Tiffany Wells was sitting with Matt Driesbach and was trying to get him to join her on the downstairs dance floor. Susan was chatting with Fred Hartman, who was laughing at something she said. Melanie was talking with Raphael Mendoza, who was.