I smiled and my hand went out automatically to meet hers. Her grip was warm and firm and I found it pleasantly comforting and reassuring. Without lett...ng go of my hand she turned her head slightly, glancing over her shoulder towards the sky – as if to make sure she wasn’t mistaken – and added, ‘It’s a great day isn’t it?’ My mind was spinning. The answers to her questions were simple and obvious. I was feeling great and yes, it was a beautiful day, but somehow I found it impossible to say the. Holy Mackeral! Although why anyone finds a common fish Holy is beyond me, but—you’re not arguing with me! Well, fuck Maria’s ass then! You owe me that!< Dude, I meant it, no more arguing. I’m hurting, I’m exhausted, and my emotions are frazzled, but I know that I need more juice. Maria’s sweet ass will have to wait, though. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t thrust right now if you were stabbing my ass with a red hot poker, and I’d hate to have my first time experiencing her delectable bottom to be with. Shara was dressed in a red mini skirt, red tank top and her favorite red high heel shoes. As the dj played her favorite song she ran back out to the dance floor and let it all go. She loved to dance and barely paid attention to those around her. When the song finished she walked off toward the ladies room, she hadn't gone pee before leaving home and her bladder was quickly filling. The ladies room was full, as she waited her turn she noticed in the mirror a few strands of hair which popped. The dress made a beautiful puddle of fabric at her feet to frame her helplessness. He stops then looking her over with a critical eye. He nods his head making mental notes as she begins to whimper and wiggle. Laughing once more he draws a pocket knife from his pants pocket. She hears it click open seconds before she feels the blade slicing thru her bra. He watches as the straps part first then the center between her average breasts. The bra flutters to the floor behind her like a mortally.