'I ran up the stairs and smacked into the back of a huge guy blocking the entire stairway. He turned and glared at me as I tried to push by."Hey assho...e," he said, "you gotta wait in line like everyone else." Wait in line for what? My wife's upstairs and I'm going up to get her," I said"Yeah, you an what army? I'm tenth in line and you can be number eleven. but you're not getting' by, understand?"I just nodded and stood there. Finally, I spoke up. "While we're here," I said, "uhh. what exactly. Chris's hands were all over her, caressing and massaging her tits, gently tugging on her nipples, running his hands in between her thighs. He made sure not to do anything that would get him thrown out. They had been talking for a while now, leaning in and talking close to each others' ears to counter the loud music. She let him keep rubbing her, squeezing her, caressing her. Now it was time for another dance. Crimson straddled Chris, letting his cock press directly against her pussy. She. "Then we grab him and pull him in with us and somehow his cock goes into you and not me," I said."Oh," she said again."Simple really," I said, "now all this talk of spreading your legs is getting me a little twitchy."With that I thrust into her hard.When I told my husband that Mel wanted some new pictures he was surprised but happy enough. I told him that we could do them at home this time for Mel had been at his Camera Club once or twice too; luckily he had all the necessary equipment. I laid. His mind focused more intently on it and while it did so, his fingers continued to strum the melody over and over, twisting it a little, throwing in some chord changes, firming it up. And, as always, the music focused his mind even tighter, letting him recall everything about that moment, letting him put into words exactly what that moment felt like."The lights come on..." he sang, slowing the melody a bit. "The lights come on, I hear that roar... and I've found myself again." A furious bit of.