Sliding my hands down your back and up your chest… I know I shouldn’t be here, and touching you like this… but now it is beyond me to stop mysel...… you feel so good and your presence excites me… my hands slide down around you and onto your buttocks, pulling them towards me, I have spread my legs and draw you between them…. although you are clothed I can feel you there…. and now I stop. (and I wrote to continue…) …the wind is blowing harder outside, wind chimes ringing madly as if they too feel. My texts always started out playful, I would ask, “What are you wearing?” And she would reply obediently. She loved texting me before a drunken night on the town, and this night was no different. “A red dress, with black heels” was her response. She always kept it reserved at first. Sober, her conscience always kept her from misbehaving. It was only after a handful of shots that she gave into my will. Only after I spent time laying the groundwork, making sure her panties were wet that she. As the feel of my hard cock opening her pussy increased with her speed so did her gasps, turning into moans of pleasure. Oh god baby, you feel so good. She moaned as she rode me. I grunted in reply, my hands still holding her firm breasts. The heat was now a raging inferno within her. The flames rising up her body. She knew that if those flames reached her head she was totally loose control. Yet, she wanted them to get there. Beneath her I began to push up into her. Timing my thrusts to match. It was then that I saw one of their lights on upstairs. I could detect movement in the lights and shadow and realized I was seeing into Sandy’s bedroom. Without another thought, I hurried upstairs and into our guest room, the windows of which faced her room.I didn’t turn on the light because I didn’t want her to know I could see her. Looking across I realized she was dancing and this time she was wearing less than she had on when I went to her door. I could actually hear the sound and she was.