Her waist was already being held in tightly beneath her dress bythe corset and her bodysuit, but the extra comfort of Reece's arms madethings seem som...how more secure. She'd let Reece do the leading and herfeet followed where they were pushed as her mind wandered, watching theroom as she turned with the dance.She recognised her supposed friends Sally and Fiona who were deep inconversation about something. Both the other two women looked stunning intheir evening gowns. She noted that they were. He pulled his hand away and took off down one of the paths. I was really having no luck at all.Then I noticed that the guy who stumbled in on us had not moved on. I eyed him up and down – about mid-30’s, 5’10’’, slim, dark short hair, and packing an obvious bulge in his jeans. I smiled and he grinned slowly moving his hand across his crotch. I gave my still exposed cock a stroke in reply and he came over and placed his hand on the shaft, ‘Nice one mate’. I pawed his bulge and slid down his zip. It was a text from Nor asking why I was able to leave and she wasn’t. I chuckled at her jest and it gave me an idea. I told her to excuse herself and leave and directed her to my location via a series of text. I made my way back to the doors to the lobby where the theatre was and a few minutes later she appeared. She smiled that beautiful smile and I motioned for her to “step lively” as she went into a little trot. I held the door for her as she held her hair from the wind and squinted her big. I started with what had happened to my wife and that the previous day had been the second anniversary. I explained the motorcycle accident on my way to work, the discussion I'd had with Teresa McGinnis. Philip had looked at his notes at this juncture and had then asked a couple of questions, which I answered as honestly as my memory allowed. Both looked quite shocked when I repeated Teresa's comments about my wife. I then explained why I felt it necessary to leave the building in order to cool.