” she crooned.But then she jerked away in shock; covering her face in her hands. “Oh my God, I’m so ... so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.�...� She turned away and let out a plaintive sob.“My hand went out to comfort her, “Its OK Mom; don’t cry.” She pulled herself together and pouted at my embarrassment. “What must you think of me?”She leaned into me; kissing me; I could taste the drink on her lips!Now I understood; I’d never seen her drunk! She lost her balance a little, rolling into me and. It is true that the Ballet was composed following revelations about the cruelty in one of Stalin’s Gulags. As it happens, I knew Mick quite well. We’d both worked ‘down the pit’ as electricians but got laid off when the Government had a fight with the Union. We always were fans of the ballet and Mick was one of the best dancers in the locality, if not the county. Tall and perfectly formed, he’d modelled for statues of heroes and Greek gods at art college. His wife, Doris, was the most. Both of them were dressed to kill, game on as they say. Jayne went off to the bar and Jenny came over to the table, smiling as she approached.Jenny was wearing a long, slinky black dress with little string straps holding the top up. It was split to her hip, the split was held shut by a series of gold buttons, trying to count them without appearing obvious I reckoned there were a dozen, the bottom five of which were open. a pair of black high heels and her long dark hair piled high completed the. I knew how good her mouth felt on my dick from that night with Jasmin, and this time, there wasnt going to be the distraction of Jasmin sitting on my face or pissing on me. I kissed Susan hard, exploring her mouth again, before saying, I guess that will be OK. Susans mouth moved to my pulsing dick head, as she lay flat on her stomach, supporting herself on her elbows. I leaned back on my elbows and admired her round ass, and was sure now it was bigger than last time I saw it, it was more.