I think I twitched and I could feel something wet. As I stood in front of Marilyn, I didn’t dare look down to see if my wet spot was visible. Marily... finished her drink and it was she who said, “Let’s get back to work.” She lain back down and automatically spread her legs wide for me. She wasn’t quite as swollen as she was before the break, but she was very wet. Even so, I added more warm Astroglide before delicately attacking her clitoris directly with slow circular, up and down, and side to. Alex felt his desire grow as her body moved over him. His mouth went dry and he took in the beauty of her graceful, feline movements as she slid her full breasts up and down over his length. Her wonderfully thick and silky hair shimmered in the soft light as it cascaded exotically over her bare shoulders, bouncing enticingly as she moved over the whole length of his cock. Kelly cupped her hands around her breasts, keeping his member tucked deeply within her valley as it slid up and down between. My hand drifts across his thigh beneath the tablecloth, coming within millimeters of what I know must be a straining erection. His eyes burn like twin suns, fueling my own arousal. I’m so wet that I can literally smell myself, the warm human musk of mating and desire. The dance floor is a dream and my body takes over, some hindbrain function carrying me through the salsa, every step a mirror of his own. Our bodies are not discreet, they are extensions of the other. He pushes, and I have already. In that time he plied me with drink as we talked. The sun was setting over the Pacific. As we watched Sol dip below the horizon, he made a proposition. He was invited to a party that was to be a sort of historical reenactment. Some friends were throwing him a birthday party and it was a toga party for a mature crowd. He asked if I would join him and I agreed. During our time together, I became attracted to him and maybe it was the wine talking, but I was curious what the professor hid under.