I asked for a strong coffee, which hit the spot and made me a little more alert.After dinner we were led back into the ballroom, where we danced obvio...sly. I was glad of the dancing lessons I'd had at Girl Guides as Geoff was a good dancer, we changed partners regularly, I had one dance with the royal, still no press to take my picture, he remembered my name and I managed not to step on his toes, my million dollar feeling had multiplied to a billion dollars.When the dancing wound down I looked. That meant that since she always went out withBarbara, she never came back with a boyfriend, while it was not uncommon forBarbara to come back to her flat with a new-found male friend . Coming out of the station, she entered a building some fifty meters furtherand climbed the stairs to Kate's flat . She rang the bell and when she gotno answer, she reached up under a flower-pot nearby where Kate left her keyin case she lost hers . Barbara opened the door and entered the flat . There she froze,. She turned sternly to Tommy, “I could, I suppose, but what do you think? Should I?”Tommy’s eyes lit up. “Christ yes, Blake would love it and I think it’s just hot as hell. Do it!”Charlene reached under the cover-up and removed the bikini top. She stuffed it in her duffel and headed for the truck. Blake was the last to leave, checking to be sure they hadn’t forgotten something, making sure everything was turned off and locking up. He was unaware that Charlene had removed the top of her bikini.As. Mrs. Z put her hands on top of mine, “rip it open, baby.”I ripped and tore her bra off to start kissing, licking and sucking as I started fucking her again. Her hips started to match my thrusts and our rhythm had us both cumming again fairly quickly. A big rig raced by, blowing it’s air horn and I slowly pulled out of her. I reached up and flipped on the interior light for a bit to take a good long look at her.“Mrs. Z, you are So. Fucking. Sexy,” I said.“Enough with the ‘Mrs. Z,’ you’ve been.