Downstairs was packed already, so we wove our way through the crowd and up the spiral stairs to the second floor balcony where it wasn't so crowded ye... and we could get a booth overlooking the dance floor.We took seats in the booth and piled our coats one seat. We were facing each other across the table, and took each other's hands. The only problem with being upstairs was that there were about four or six huge Klipsch speakers handing from the ceiling cranking Van Halen, Motley Crue,. I could smell her sweet musky scent as she now stood spread before me. I slid my finger down the edge of her panties which made her whole body quiver. I smirked in satisfaction as I slid her panties to the side.I reached around and gripped her ass and pulled her dripping pussy to my mouth. I quickly went to work sucking and tasting her sweet juices as they covered my tongue. Her hands came up and gripped my head on either side and pulled me into her pussy greedily. She moaned deeply as her. While laying there in the dimly lit room, I was able to make out the forms of lamps and the picture on the wall. It was apparent I wouldn’t be totally blind and this excited me, a pleasant surprise. 6:00 came and went, I could clearly make out the red numbers of the alarm clock on the night stand, at 6:10 my thoughts had turned to wonder and at 6:12 I heard the door.....One could not be more overcome by a wider range of emotions. Fear, excitement, amazement, shock, exileration. This had been. She hadn’t even noticed she way crying. “You know what I want when I have fun?” Sandy demanded. Mary could guess, but she shook her head. “More fun!” Sandy laughed, and kicked her in the breast, harder. Suddenly Mary realised that Sandy was looking at her intently again, and Sandy’s hand was firmly between her legs, rubbing furiously. “Tell me what you’re here for!” Sandy shouted. (“Fuck you!” sang the TV.) “I am here for your fun, Princess Sandy,” Mary answered on cue. With some trouble, she.