I really liked having girlfriends in my different classes and walking hand-in-hand with them down the hall. And besides, both Brittany and I had nearl... come while we were dancing with Sophie yesterday. It was a new dimension to salsa dancing and we were all learning how to dance in threesomes. But Sophie... le sigh.“Well, partner? What shall we have as our topic?” she asked.“Are you sure we want each other as opponents in this? Seems like we should have someone to argue against that we don’t. “What’s not fair is them assuming that taking you out means that they are entitled to a kiss, let alone anything else! Those guys are «некультурный», as my Russian friend would say - uncultured, uncivilized barbarians. Those are the kind of guys that give all of us a bad name.”“You have a Russian friend? That’s cool!”“Actually, several. I also have lots of Swedish friends, since I lived there for a year. And a good friend from Spain that hangs out with us on the weekend.”“Us?” she asked.“My. “If I have my hair and makeup already done, I can do it in thirty minutes?” she said looking at me with those big beautiful brown eyes.“Well, then we can sit and watch the first two hours of the entertainment, can’t we, Claire–Bear?”“Yes, we can, X,” she said.Kevin looked at me, and I said, “It’s a long story, Kevin.”*********We were on our way to Hawaii, to ‘officially start’ our honeymoon. As a wedding gift, Michael loaned us his plane and pilot Captain Mark Price, for the thirteen-hour. The cool air was nice as my pussy was red hot still and I could feel her still leaking as my cum dribbled out of me.Oh, I felt so slutty then, I felt dirty, I had just let another man feel me up and pleasure me right in front of my husband. I wish I could have said it was the drink, but we have not been drinking, just sitting around and having a laugh.Oh god what have I done. My heart started to beat faster. I could feel myself welling up to cry. I felt dirty, it all started to feel slightly.