Now it was my turn to respond. I stood up, and looked over the brief notes I had made as preparation."Thank you for those kind words, David, and to Gr...ham, for his additional comments," I started. "Now, before I respond with the next toast, there are some words of my own that I want to share with you all. Some of you know the history between Heather and me, but it's something I want to tell you all about." We met in 1975, June I believe, at a school youth group weekend at Mount Victoria. It was. It went perfectly with the showgirl costume. Her tits stood out proudly; her stomach was flat, her thighs smooth and taut. Her skin was flawless, and lightly tanned all over - no bikini marks anywhere. My god - so this was what she hid under her lab coat! I could feel a little life returning down below. I'd worried about whether I was going to let her down, but this was going to be all right. I stood up, and started to undress."No, Jack," she said. "Let me do that."She went down on all fours to. Stepping back she looked at her handy work and was happy with what she saw, but by the time she would be finished with him those ornaments would feel twice their actual weight.She stepped back over to the table once more looking at the floggers, and when she returned in her hand she held one only slightly lighter than the cat. She walked around to his left side and stopped, and up until that moment the only sound was the clicking of her heels on the stone floor. She ran the flat of her hand. I stood up and licked the bottom of the suction and stuck it on the glass. I wanted him to see it slide into my pussy as if it was his dick. I pulled up a chair so I had something to brace with and bent forward while slowly backing up allowing the dick to enter my pussy. With my other hand I continued to rub my clit. I rocked my body back and forth on the dick, occasionally looking back to make sure the neighbor was still watching.He had stood up and came to the glass with his rock-hard dick in.