I went to the dance floor and moved between the two girls that I had seen earlier. They laughed at me and tried to push me away, but I persisted. They...soon gave in and we danced together. They had been drinking for some time and were bold and not shy at all.They rubbed against me and squatted and bent over and pushed their asses to me. I held their hips and hunched them, and we ran our hands over each other. Any other time, I would have taken them out before the second song. My cock was ready.. Lucy thought Sandra looked delectable in her sleeveless floral dress with a hem halfway down her thighs.“No, dear, you finish off,” Sandra replied with a smile.Lucy hadn’t expected a different answer as Sandra hadn’t spanked either one of them in ages, and so she continued landing very hard spanks on Ella’s now glowing red and partially bruised bottom cheeks.Lucy did notice Sandra drop her handbag and bend over to pick it up. What shocked her, though, was that Sandra’s hem rose up and she saw. Turning and spinning around each other, through the growing fray of my light hair, wearing the neon colors of the dance floor lights, flinging in a riotous whipping storm, tossing and mixing with hers in black, red and violet, into one tornaduous cyclone of energy(!) of here and there and left and right and the eyes and mouths and minds and lust sucked in from the others, generating its own momentum, spinning up and enveloping us in a cacophonous fury. No way now to sort out whose flirtations. Soon he became an alcoholic which caused more problems Justlike the key to Alisa was denial, the key to Jack was justification.Nothing was his fault. It was better to blame Mikie. He wasn't analcoholic, he just liked to take a drink occasionally. His back andshoulders hurt because of the accident so he took a drink to dull thepain, especially since his doctor took him off of all pain killers.Jack thought he was on disability but he really wasn't. Alisa whohandled all the paper work.