“Merci, messieurs.”She tried to take a deep breath, her breasts lifted and as she released somewhat raggedly, she felt the whole room sigh with he....Her husband laughed first, then the men and then her. It felt good. Turning to her husband she continued to laugh, felt his hand under her chin and then his lips covered her mouth. He tasted like champagne and chocolate. His tongue slid over her teeth and along her lips as his hand stroked her throat. Her heart was whirling like a bat on a summer’s. Scott answered back by slipping a hand up her shirt. He quickly unsnapped her bra and she sat up, removed her shirt and then leaned back into him to stroke him some more. The kissing intensified. I could hear soft moans from her now as they pressed harder into one another. Steph moved down and took his cock into her mouth and begam sucking. Scott looked at me and smiled. I was enjoying the fact that she was making him feel so good. As she sucked him, she unbuttoned her pants and began sliding. As we finished playing and singing Uptown Girl, we saw Mr. Ballows rocking from side to side and tapping his leg with his conductor’s baton.“Dang, Lynette, Mike!” Sammy called out as Lynette stood up beside me and gave me a big hug. Sam then said, “Even though you two were missing Paul’s deep backing vocals, and our other instruments ... that was your best performance of that song!”“Ms. Robertson,” Mr. Ballows called out after my girlfriend eased off on her hug. “You had a surprised look on. She had her panties on and she was inspecting her long pendular titties. The cherry ripe nipples, for some reason, were fully extended. She looked closely and noted that the big brown caps of her breasts were covered with tiny chills. She'd only thought about the possibility of a little anal stimulation with her finger for an instant, and just that one little fantasy had made her breasts and her ass cheeks get hot and blush. "God," she said, "I must be a lot more anal than I thought."Wearing.