..I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, but I do all sorts of things I shouldn’t. After I had taken a few steps, one of the boys said “where you go...n man?!” all I did was raise a hand, that was enough to tell him. All my muscles moved themselves, it was like I was on autopilot. I noticed I was moving more fluidly and quietly then ever before, and the only thing I could think of, was her, and that look in her eyes. His eyes were still haunting her. She couldn’t let go of that bright green glow, or. Almost without thinking I leaned forward and kissed her neck. She moaned and I did it again. Then I bit her neck gently, then kissed her again. Suddenly she turned her head to face me and our lips met. We kissed, gently at first and then harder, more passionately, until her mouth opened and I opened mine and our tongues explored each other’s mouths as we practically tried to eat each other. When we paused for breath I was incensed with passion and the sight of Julie’s left breast was too much. She did not really want to attend because the hostess was a snob who more than once had looked down her nose at the fact that Alice was a single parent and not from the founding families of Tuscaloosa, but having already RSVP’d, she couldn’t think of a believable excuse to stay home. The meal was elegant, the company was definitely upper crust old south, and to Alice’s horror, the cake in question was presented for dessert!Alice felt the blood drain from her body when she saw the cake!She. Her hands came up my back lifting my shirt so that she could run them over my shoulders. I remember well the feeling of her nails sliding down my skin. I had scratch marks running down my back for a week afterwards.I'm not sure how her shirt and bra came off but I remember suckling her nipples. She had those light pink nipples that get so fiercely hard when they are played with. The areola hardening and crinkling with the proud nipple standing firmly on the tip of each breast. She was easily a.