As I continued to lick her breasts I slid my hand between her panties and inserted two fingers to feel her wetness. Sandy was clearly enjoying this, ...s her pussy was extremely wet and moist! The thought of my sexual pleasure being reciprocated by Sandy drove me wild. Then I felt Sandy's hand on my cock again. She began stroking it as I was fingering her wet pussy. I pulled away from her breast, and raised my head up to hers. Her eyes were shut tight, her head turned to the side, and face. The women were well put together; conservatively dressed, hair blow-dried into submission, make-up subtle, soft-spoken and contained. Their husbands dull smart-casual as, with puffed out chests, conversationally they strutted themselves and their achievements. She accepted a glass of white wine, extracted herself from Bill's clutching fingers, and joined 'the ladies' to make 'dinner-party polite' conversation. It was all so normal, so every day, that she barely noticed when her neighbour in the. If you want to continue working with me, then close this down and lets move on." I was not a bit angry, but I was impatient and that surprised me. I would be around forever so I need not worry about getting things done before I died. That in and of itself was scary. It also reminded me that there would be logistical problems with that as well."So what is next?" Kate asked."Next is Sears Plaza," I suggested."Are we going to go through with it?" Kate asked."You know Kate you seem pissed that I. I'm just telling you to dance, it's something you like to do."With a deep breath through the nose trying to suck back the tears, she started to sway with the music again and reached for her zipper. Looking down at his knees again she started to pull down the zipper, trying to remember to move with the music. Almost as soon as she had unzipped it she shrugged her jacket off, letting it fall to the floor leaving her in a white embroidered shirt, long socks, an above the knee plaid skirt, and her.