At study group, I managed to get George and Sherry away long enough ("Go smooch in the kitchen for a little bit, please. Take your time.") to make my ...ales presentation to Natalie.As I'd done once before the first week of school, I put my hand over hers. "Natalie, if it were in any way possible, would you give me the great honor of accompanying me to the Christmas Dance?"Her eyes got real blue-bright and I got a great Natalie smile. "I'd love to but..." then she shed a tear or two."Yes, I know. I had not the slightest doubt about what was to happen next. I had never allowed that, even with my husband. No matter how much wine, I wasn’t that wicked! “No, no!” I said as he began to work the Crisco into that most sensitive of places, but I knew he wouldn’t stop. We were passed that point. I never had more than my husband’s finger there before. Yet, that did excite me, in a different way, one that I thought now could be good, if done gently. My son lubricated his cock with the white. She was a mother protecting her daughter, not a sponsor (or another sister) protecting a sister. Kyra had almost certainly manipulated me into the sex trade aspect of the club, but nobody had sent this bitch to tip the balance. She was just an emotionally disturbed bitch. As the mother of a thirteen year old daughter, I felt a responsibility for shaping her attitudes toward marriage. I mentally sighed as I added that to the burden of living within a false marriage. Sadly, I learned of Mr. P's. I thought I was going to cum there and then as I bucked myself for relief into Nicolette's mouth. She pressed down with her hands and eased up until my hips stopped. Brigitte stepped from the stage as she danced through the seated crowd. Our eyes met and an almost imperceptible smile eased over her face. Close, she leant forwards and locked her elbows as she gripped the edge of the table. I was with her now, it felt like Nicolette, Brigitte and I were the only people in the club. Her full.