Being a Saturday night the hall was packed as usual and it wasn't long before I had men asking me to dance. No doubt my new hairdo was making me look ... lot more attractive, so I was kept quite busy dancing, at least for the first few dances till I finally had to refuse some. Funny thing was, although I went there with the idea of possibly having sex with a man, I found I was not that particularly interested anymore, and missed my Catherine. I was studying the women, noticing what they wore,. .. well, maybe I will get a chance to write you another letter, if that's okay with you?" Myron asked. "Sure ... if you like?.." Becky replied, quickly exiting the gym. The wimpy Myron just watched her walking away, gingerly, as if she has sprained an ankle. The next four days were pretty much the same. Becky barely spoke to Myron for more than 5 minutes at a time. She was never available to go out and seemed to have less and less time for him. Myron was determined, though, writing more love. Tracing the outline of her bellybutton with my tongue, I could hear her breathing becoming short and quick.“I want you to taste me,” she seductively said as she unbuttoned her pants.I took off her heels and pulled her pants off revealing her black lingerie, pink outlined, sexy thong hugging her sex mound.I lifted her right leg and kissed her ankle, then inched my way down to the bottom of her thigh with my tongue and a trail of bites. In which after each one she would moan and tug at her. My panties were soaked.Without taking my eyes off his cock, I unbuttoned, unzipped, and removed my jean shorts and tossed them onto another picnic table. I then removed my leopard print thong, held them in my right hand, and walked closer to Rick. I told him to stop and stand there. I placed my left hand on his chest and proceeded to read his upper body thoroughly as if it were Braille. I inserted my wet, well-seasoned panties in his mouth.While I couldn’t clearly understand what he mumbled.