Her eyes sparkled, and she flicked her hair with her hand. They got into their dance position and began to dance. When she spun into his arms, she lea...ed forward and began to grind her sweet ass into him. When she turned to face him, Ramone's hand seemed to be moving down from her lower lumbar region to her ass. “Excuse me, I don’t think this style of dancing is what they have in mind,” I informed.I noticed an impressive bulge in Ramone’s pants when my wife did a spin move."You got moves girl,". You shiver at this touch and attempt to put your mouth over my cock, but I pull it away. “Ah, ah, ah” I chastise, “beg for it.”“Mmm, please, please, give it to me, I want it, I need it,” you moan. Pleased, I place my cock in your mouth, let you begin to suck at it, let you taste my precum. I thrust into your throat, slowly at first, being kind enough to not choke you with my penis. I fuck your mouth, simultaneously rough and caring. In a moment I can stop, as you’re working your mouth up. He saw a spacious room, with a smalldining table near a massive window displaying the deep-black wonder ofouter space. He saw a clothing rack on the far end of the room, loadeddown with boxes... and at the front of the clothing rack was theglimmering blue evening gown he had worn to the symphony the othernight."Shit," Tyler said, at last realizing where he was. Connie's suite atPyramid, the one she said Tyler could have for the duration of the stayshe'd paid for. Somehow, in his drunken state. The seconds ticked by an hour apart.BRRAALLLATTTT!I had apparently dozed off. My alarm went off at 11:59. One minute to Tuesday. I had set it to the Atomic Clock in Boulder, CO. I was taking no chances on cheating.RRRRRIIIIINNNGGG!Her alarm went off seconds later.We lay there, letting the last 30 seconds of Hell end."NOW, Damn it. Fuck me, Larry. Please?" she pleaded.I rolled over on top of her nude body. My iron hard prick rested between her thighs riding up onto her stomach. This was not.