“Oh, just until your blood is covering BOTH sides of these walls.” I said sweetly, leaning down to say it. I continued my pace, finally comin... to the last boy in line, an EPIC failure as far as I was concerned, my eyes growing wide and my voice even louder as I asked a very important question. “OI! CRAP FOR BRAINS, WHY THE HELL AREN'T YOU IN YOUR GYM CLOTHES!?” He winced. “MA'AM, RICHARD MA'AM. WON'T THIS SWEATSUIT DO JUST AS WELL!?” “NO RICHARD IT MOST CERTAINLY WILL NOT!” . “Open your legs a bit so that I can touch you.”A chill ran through her body as Diane did as instructed and felt a wave of fresh air touching her wet vaginal lips.“Very few people, men or women, are as beautiful naked as they are dressed. You are one of the rare exceptions.”“Thank you,” she replied with a smile. “I don’t mind looking at you when you’re naked either.”The waiter arrived with their bottle of wine. He put an ice bucket on the table, opened the bottle, and poured wine in both. All in good time, my dear, replied Jeffrey, getting up on his knees and rolling Melanie onto her stomach. He straddled her legs and began massaging her back, with his hands and with his lips. His hands came down over her butt, kneading her round flesh. He noticed how hard his cock had become, and how he poked her as he leaned up to rub her shoulders. The next time he moved up again, he whispered in her ear, Are you really ready for me, Melanie? Yesss, she hissed. Jeffrey got off of her,. Well over 200 pounds sitting on a fat ass…it was going nowhere if she did not want. She wanted. She lifted her ass up a bit and I tried to peel the tights off. Not enough space. She stood up and down they came. I left them puddled at her ankles, her fat white legs shining in the dark theater, her white cotton panties skin tight over her pussy. She was barely on the edge of her seat and I dove in press on her covered pussy. Her panties were soaked. I tried to get my fingers inside her.