She wrapped her legs around his waist and rested her hands on his shoulders as he brushed himself against her, slowly pushing the head of his dick ins...de her and then pulling it back out, as if he hadn’t teased her enough already. As he pushed it into her soft, slippery opening, she let out a sexy moan and dug her French-tipped fingernails into his shoulders, roughly bringing him all the way down his back until he was buried in as far in as he could go. He grinded into her, deeper and deeper,. I'll bend you over in a stall and do you from behind."He giggled again. "What kind of girl do you think I am, anyway?" Why, a nasty little slut. Of course." Well!" he huffed, as they left the ballroom and entered a corridor.His indignant protest was silenced by his wife's mouth crushing his as she backed him against the wall. Her tongue stabbed between his startled, parted lips as she pressed hard against him.He groaned into her mouth as her legs forced his apart and her groin began rubbing his. Ahem...'warning' at security?"Michelle spun round and seen that her pursuing tormentor's joyousexpression matched her obviously highly self amusing remark.Michelle was by now an emotional wreck and was desperate to just get thehell out of there."Look who are you anyway? Why are you following me?" she snapped in aless than feminine voice that had Claire laughing out loud at the sissy'srapidly unravelling attempted subterfuge."Ah, I see that I'm correct and that James has been up to his old. Christie was pretty tall around 5'10 and was a thick girl. She weighed around 215, but carried her weight well because of her height. She was blessed with a nice full chest, 36C. Christie has tawny colored skin with short brown/black hair that stops just above her shoulders. She has deep brown eyes with a light greenish blue ring around them. In high school she's not popular but normal and well liked. She plays trumpet in the concert band and the marching band. She's quite talented.Anyway.