We danced, and I was intoxicated by her elegance, she was a graceful dancer and obviously a very refined women. After three hours together staring in ...ach other eyes and holding hands we danced for the fifth time that night. I whispered in Carolyn’s ear, “take me to bed tonight” and she softly whispered “of course”. We drove to her million dollar mansion in the Tucson, Foothills. We both knew what we wanted and made no pretenses about it. I said “where’s the bedroom”. We both slowly got. ”I yanked her panties down, pulling them off one leg. She grabbed me by the shoulders as I slide between her thighs and took my cock in my hand, pushing easily between her pussy lips. She whimpered slightly as I pumped my hips hard, ramming my cock deep into her. Her pussy was a tight glove, a slick fist, perfectly designed for my cock. I gripped the back of her neck, grunting as I shoved my cock into her over and over again, our hips slapping together. “Yes,” she whimpered in my ear. . As I entered the official chambers of the Thirteen, I slammed my open palm against their table, sounding like thunder. I had read about this trick from the novel Julian by Gore Vidal, which claimed it was a method used by an Etruscan priest named Mastara. Which was the name that I chose to use on this occasion, in fact. After all, they would hardly know me from never having met before.“Who are you and what do you wish from us?” the new Spice King, much thinner than the old one who once dealt. I'd just saved my milk when I felt her hand on my dick. The thing expanded like a runaway balloon — one second it was normal, the next it had grown halfway down my thigh."Ooh, I think I've found it." Jesus, Nancy. Now look what you did." I was already spurting inside my pants.Nancy kissed me on the cheek. "You can always say you spilled your milk," she giggled as she took off through the bushes, leaving her tray of food on the grass.I don't know that I had something real special, but I do know.