Her legs wrapped around my waist and we kissed like it was the last thing we'd ever do. All time stopped, all outside sound went away. There was nothi...g for me but the feel of this woman's body clutching mine, the only sound the frantic noise of our breathing. When we finally came up for air, Lynne panted, "Fuck me. Right here. I don't care."My hard-on bumped up against her ass from inside my trousers in response, and I felt a ripple of even more intense arousal course through my body. Without. Being with them and seeing the amazing things they do and how they interact with people makes me want to be a better person. I’m working on that. My career is healthier now because I’m healthier, both mentally and physically.’ ‘Thank you, Ms. Quick. Gwen, you danced with the President of the United States and the President of France. How did you feel and what did you talk about?’ ‘It felt very exciting. I never dreamed I would ever have an opportunity like that. As far as what we talked about?. He was lost in a sea of flesh. Betsy wanted to be kissed, and her mouth seemed to guzzle him in. Becky's hot cunt rubbed insistently against his ass. He could feel the hardness of her clit scraping his flesh, and he could feel the moisture oozing from her cunt, leaking onto his skin."Oooohhh, I'm coming!" Betsy moaned, her legs clutching hard at him while her pussy rippled along his cock. She squealed and panted and her eyes rolled over in their sockets, a river of drool running from the corner. Giving herself a mental slap she turned back toward the television.“What are you watching?” Jill asked as she plopped herself down carelessly near the pillows of the bed Dianne was reclining on.Out of reflex Dianne looked at the woman who was speaking to her and found she was looking directly at Jill’s neatly trimmed bush since the bottom of the towel had flipped slightly open and her co-worker was sitting with one leg bent at the knee and the other still hanging off the side of the bed. Dianne.