"What? Dance?" No, no." He shook his head, releasing another uncertain sigh. "I could see why you did that. There was more passion in a single movemen... of your body than I could ever hope to put into an entire show." Her face grew warm as she fidgeted uncomfortably at the compliment. "I meant... what I was trying to..." An unsteady breath escaped his lips. "Why did you sleep with me?"That she understood. Her stomach gave flip as her mouth fell open with words she couldn't speak. The warmth. .Mi…Mike…please do not do this.”I quickly pulled her head forward, and shoved her face right against the hard on in my jeans. She tried to turn away, but my hand was too strong. I was sure she could feel the thickness of my cock through the fabric.“Un…Zip…My…Pants…NOW!” I snapped.I let up on my grip, and Annie moved backwards, allowing her hands to come to the place her face had just been. Slowly her fingers fidgeted with the button at the top, allowing it to pop open. Even though I was sure. And she had. Margie still wondered if Lara herself had ever found out about it. She might have, for the thing had got a ton of press, thanks to the embarrassing antics of some other celebrities in attendance. And also the dress she’d chosen to appear in. It had been rather attention-grabbing. So Margie-as-Lara in that flashy number ended up featured on television and in several magazines, and of course on the internet. But Lara hadn’t contacted her afterward or made an issue of it. Either she. I began to lick and probe her pussy with my tongue. She moaned and told me it felt wonderful and she had to feel my hard cock in her pussy. Joyce began to talk dirty, telling me what she wanted to do and what she wanted me to do to her. The more she talked, the harder my cock got. In minutes her clit was hard and her pussy was very wet from her juices. My Mother-in-law pulled my head up and as our eyes met she said, “Fuck me, do it now!” The head of my cock was almost touching the lips of her.