" She looks familiar," Kirsten agreed. "But, I can't put a name with her. Of course, I feel like I'm going to explode out of this top if I breathe too...deep, too, but with this damn corset, I can't." Can't explode out of there, or can't breathe?" Mark smirked. He was starting to feel a little lightheaded."You've got the dirty mind of a fighter pilot, Gravedigger," Kirsten said. "They're going to have the costume contest in a little while, and you ought to go up there." Yeah," Jackie said. "You. I’ll leave an envelope at the desk. See you in thirty minutes.”She washed her face, put on lipstick, took out a fresh pair of panties and put them in her purse then went out to the car. Within fifteen minutes, having rubbed herself to her second orgasm, she passed Bloomfield. Driving south on the Garden State Parkway she felt sleazy, wicked, and enormously excited. The climaxes calmed the overwhelming excitement which made her feel more at ease behind the wheel. Originally in uncontrolled chaos. "I admired the movement of Cassie's slender body clad in what looked to me like skin-tight light-gray yoga pants, yellow leg warmers and a loose yellow cotton top.I was quite immobile as she treated me to body swoops, bends, arms forming waves, toes pointed, fingers talking. The incredible Pink Floyd's Dark Side of The Moon cascaded over me. Combining beautiful music with beautiful movement performed by a young angel sent shivers up my spine. But, as Cassie bent, her slender legs straight and. She also informed me that she was single with no kids and didn't plan on having any. She was independently wealthy, as she had a trust fund from her grand-parents, that was worth a cool twenty mil. and her parents died when she was in college and their insurance policies netted her another three and a half mil. She said she only worked at the video store for something to do. She had no need of cash, she had four houses. Estates really. One of which was a beachouse in malibu, and another was.