You make your way across the dance floor and up the stairs."You're not trying to ditch me are you?" you say as your eyes travel the full length of me....Not you, just your wife," I reply sipping my drink, batting my eyelashes."Not my wife," you tell me."Well, your 'girlfriend' seemed pissed to see you dancing with me." I probe, wondering what your game is."Not my girlfriend. I only met her tonight, I'm here with friends. She can't seem to take a hint so I had to lay it out for her." You say as. There was nowhere to sit, and many were standing, holding on to the rails. She was annoyed. She had to be downtown, but her car wouldn’t start. So the bus would have to do.She wasn’t really dressed for a bus ride. She didn’t have time to change when she found out her car wouldn’t start. So she was in her short skirt and heels, with only a thong underneath. She liked to keep cool in the Venezuelan heat. In fact, she really liked going with nothing under her skirt, but some days that just. The shape, the texture, yes even the smell!Slowly I curled my fingers towards the palm of my hand, I didn't dare to take any chances, maybe she wasn't aware of my hand! Oh I know. It's a silly thought, but I had never felt a girl's breast before, never been in this situation, all was new to me. My fingers trailed the contour of the small breast as they curled up against the palm of my hand, all the way up till I felt a hard bump! Her nipple stood out from her tit, hard and aware of what I was. She was so relaxed my finger slid in easily. The inside of her ass was red hot with the built up passion she contained. With my finger all the way in, I twisted and wiggled it inside her hot shit hole. Angie let out a sigh and I knew she liked the sensation of having her anal hole penetrated and probed. I tried forcing a second finger up her ass and it slid in easier than I expected. Angie was going nuts with pleasure as I worked two fingers in and out of her rectum. I was amazed how easily my.