Greg simply couldn't or wouldn't compromise. Tim left the table after dinner frustrated, telling Greg, "Perhaps Miss Jackson might be more convincing....That left the two of us with small talk. I suppose it was inevitable that the conversation turned to allegations against well known men regarding sexual harassment. He asked me what I thought of it. I told him it was two way street. Some women like the attention of the rich and famous.Greg took my diplomatic remark as an opening to begin. He was standing near the bar, drink in hand, leaning against a pillar. His dark eyes were locked on Tara and I as we danced, the primal beat of the heavy rock driving our bodies. Ignoring him, I transferred my gaze back to Tara. Her long, dark hair swung about her face, barely inches from me, as she moved, lost in the rhythm. She glanced up at me and gave one of her pulse-quickening, wicked smiles. After faltering momentarily, my hips found the beat once more, and I moved in time with her, our. .every singletime," Tami stated then giggled slightly. "Still, I haven't gone... allthe way....with him/... yet that is," she noted as she unclipped herbra, revealing her B-cup breasts, which bounce a bit, nice and perky.She rubbed a hand against her supple nipples, while her free handremoved her delicate panties and tights, showing her recently shavenfeminine slit. She began to knead her slit while rubbing one of herboobs, until she cried out in a high womanly cry.Slowly, she eased her hands. It didn’t take long for them to move on to actual sucking after having taken off their panties. Locked in 69, the women sucked their long wavy pink cunt lips before moving to their dripping hole. Each used their panties to wipe and lick, a familiar habit between panty-loving dykes. It consisted of licking your lover’s cunt until it was all wet, then wiping it with your panties, then going back to licking, then wiping, and so on… When the women had their orgasm, each stuffed as much as they.