I pull a notebook out of my bag and start adding to a story that I am working on in an attempt to pass the time, but my head is not in it. All I can t...ink of is you. I put the notebook away and cross and re-cross my legs, moving the bag with my books around. I walked to the hotel from the college campus a block away. The humid Florida heat does not bother me. Finally, I see you arrive and my heart starts to pump harder, my formerly inactive organ inflatinghalfway at just the sight of you. I. Kelly sat the same way and then began to rub my pussy. I put one foot on the stools footrest and my leg spread a little. She pulled up my dress, so my pussy was exposed to the room.“You are fucking crazy,” I said over the sound of the music. It was an absurd situation, but her touches made me hornier and hornier. I woman in her 50’s approached us from straight ahead. She wore a beautiful evening gown in peach. Her blonde hair was in a style from the 40’s and her blue eyes bored into mine.She. Maybelle had married me because I loved her more than anyone else did. Everything in our lives to that point had been about Maybelle.She smiled at me and came over to hug me. I hugged her back, and I looked at her for the first time through unbiased eyes. Maybelle was attractive. I think now that we were in our mid-thirties a lot of that attractiveness was cosmetic. She was thin to the point of being waifish. However, she was still always on this diet or that. A few years before, she'd talked. What else? she asked of her daughter, her voice shaking with intense arousal. Anna looked up at her mother with a quirked eyebrow, realizing the strain behind her voice was filling the air with the familiar scent of wet pussy. Are you getting wet from this mom? asked the young woman with a smile, a sparkle of mischief beginning to form in her blue eyes. Mary was taken aback at her daughters forwardness and could only stutter as Anna pushed her mother onto the table. Do you like thinking about.