Instead it had the tone of a woman's scream. Desperately Ipushed my hands even further up my body, feeling the different texturesof my skin, the diffe...ent proportions of my body, knowing my belly wasrounder, my waist narrower and my chest...!I screamed again. I felt, not my flat muscled chest, but the roundedprotrusions, the half globes of two well formed women's breasts, softyet firm at the same time. I shook my head to clear it from what wassurely an illusion, but my shaking hand found the. Except it wasn’t exactly his waist. They were fucking, with Helen riding his cock in mid-air. I had never seen anything like it. Perhaps inspired by the couple fucking, Drew lifted Craig in the air and sat him on his waist. Oh My God, he was fucking Craig's ass on the dance platform. The crowd left the two girls and headed over to the other platform. Hands reached up and caressed thighs and asses. Jack was fucking Helen while Drew was fucking Craig. Drew leaned over to kiss Jack, but he was. Think about how my hair would feel against your skin if only it were to brush against your face. And out of the corner of your eye, catch the bulge of my breasts beneath my thin white blouse. Notice how the more you’ve focussed on my face and hair and eyes and hint of my breasts it’s as if I’m the only thing that exists apart from you. The rest of the world just melts away into oblivion. You don’t want to fight that, do you? Didn’t think so. And I don’t want you to. From now until we’re. Every weekend, the man watched Roberta dance herself off at the pole and the dancefloor exhibitions and thought the dirtiest fantasies about her. Randolf wished to have her all by himself, at the dancefloor, rubbing her leather dress against his body, touching and feeling his cock getting aroused by the beat of the music and by her luscious moves on him, and then doing her right there on the dancefloor.Well, that rubbing had to happen in the ‘physical world’ and it did, as other stuff happened.