Almost, because she was always the last one to leave by five to ten minutes.Karen banged her locker door shut and zipped her gym bag. She was always l...te leaving the building after Zumba because she was the only one who bothered to change clothes and freshen up after class. She could not stand to drive home a sweaty mess and didn’t understand how it didn’t bother the other women. Karen, a 40 something -year -old with sandy hair was in no hurry anyway; her boyfriend would be out late tonight. After the meal there was dancing. We had danced a couple of numbers, then I went to the bar to get more drinks and as I returned, a guy was asking Joan to dance. 'Go ahead!' I said. 'It will give me a rest.' So off they went. I sat watching them as best I could as the lighting had been dimmed and they kept getting swallowed up in the crowed. When Joan returned, she looked rather flushed. 'Been over doing it?' I asked. 'No!' She replied looking very embarrassed. 'He kept putting his hands on my. He licked, kissed, and touched, but avoided the especially sensitive area. When she seemed sure he would kiss her pussy, he skipped to Sally’s knees and resumed the kissing, licking, and massaging. Then all his movements drifted north. He still let those invisible panties bar entrance, but nothing could hide the sight of red and swollen and wet outer pussy lips. He loved the delicious aroma of her excitement. He alternated legs, moving a few inches, switching to the opposite for a few inches,. It wasn't that I had moral problems with drinking; I didn't. I just did not like the "out of control" feeling that comes with over doing the alcoholic beverages.At the end of the fourth day of our meeting we were all jazzed up by the bonus' that were announced and by the new products that were announced. It looked like another great year was ahead and most everyone was ready to celebrate.About six or eight of us agreed to meet in the hospitality suite where there were free snacks and lots of.