She reached back, grabbed her firm butt cheeks, and pulled them apart. M was as wet as the night before but was just as tight. Again, it took a numb...r of pushes before I got completely inside her. I started to hump her. She began to make slutty comments- I guess to turn me on more- it that was possible. I had my hands on her hips. She reached back with one and pulled my hand to her breast. Her nipple was impossibly full.Like the night before, she pushed against me with every stroke. . .." Dominique wants to intervene.“Do it darling, or you'll have to clean Evanny's watered brain, and it will be a very difficult task for your soft hands.”"It's fine," Dominique says. "I'll do it, then”“But first I want a stripdance” says Rosalie with a smile.Dominique and Evanny look at each other, Evanny nods, then Dominique stands up and begins to shake her waist slightly. She is wearing a knee-length black dress and a white blouse. While dancing, she remembers seeing Rosalie days before,. Seriously? That was the best I could do for a first kiss? I didn’t know then that it would be my last first kiss ever. Thankfully, he was undeterred by my awkwardness and he countered my peck with a kiss that turned my legs to jello and my heart to mush. On the short ride to our hotel, his fingertips traced lightly along my knee and our conversation flowed naturally. It was then that I discovered that casual chit chat, when done with a Southern accent, was a potent aphrodisiac. Like I needed. Slowly at first, then quicker.Her hands are roaming over the woman, feeling the firmness of the woman’s breasts, the smoothness of her arms and legs, one hand finding the top of her pants. She pulls. They break away for a moment to remove their clothing, pieces haphazardly landing around them, the lust and desire dictating their actions now.They kiss again, their breasts rubbing together, she feels her nipples growing hard at the stimulation of another woman’s against hers. She runs her hand up.