The hubby was on the cubby side going bald, and looked like a wimp. After I came out of the restroom I headed towards the snack machine, I could not f...gure out what I wanted to snack on. While I was taking a lifetime to make up my mind, the white female walked over to the vending machine area. She spoke to me, and bought a cup of coffee. I was trying not to stare at her but I couldn’t help myself. The dress she had on showed off all of her curves, she was around 5’6 130, and long brunette hair,. Her attention shifted to Clara who moaned, blinked and opened her eyes. ‘Oh crap,’ she said in her breathy voice. ‘It must have been one hell of a party.’ ‘No,’ said Riddick, he smirked, ‘but it will be.’ Both women looked at him, puzzled. Riddick knew he now had their full attention. He leaned forwards and rested his elbows on his knees. He picked up his drink and sipped it slowly allowing the tension to rise, allowing their minds to think the worst of him. He pursed his lips and said. She could feel his hardness against her pubic area and pushed back against him, moaning softly. Seth stepped back and removed his jacket. He smiled and removed his sweater and began to unfasten his pants. She had though about this moment and had thought she would be the one performing this duty, but as he removed his clothing, she found it erotic just to watch him. She could feel the blood pumping through her nipples and could feel the wetness between her legs as he slowly stripped for her,. I had dressed exactly as she had asked me to, a dressing gown with nothing on underneath except a liberal dousing of Aramis plus a hint of Quorum, her favourite aftershave cocktail. These were the instructions I had received from Susan over the phone, thirty minutes previously, when she called and in a breathless state said that she had to have me now and god help anyone who tried to stop her on her way over. I certainly wasn’t gonna be the one to get in her way that’s for sure. She walked.