I felt him hardening in my hand so i slowly fed it into my mouth and sucked him down to the balls until my nose was buried in his pubes before sucking...him all the way to the tip and tugging his bell end in my lips. "Thats it girl.. go on suck it good" Gaining confidence i looked up at him while i slid my puckered lips faster up and down. I spread my knees on the carpet and reached down between my thighs and dragged the swim suit to one side and fingered myself to groans of approval from both. Down in Mexico sounds from the speakers. I move to you and end up in your lap. You want to grab me but I pin your hands behind your back. "You can only watch… no touching, at least not yet." I whisper while my lips curl into a wicked smile. I wink and get up from your lap. I start moving to the rhythm of the music. You are watching me closely. Swaying my hips. Your hands are aching to touch me. But the teasing will last a bit longer.I'm slowly dancing me a way so that I stand behind you.. This time when he looked over, instead of looking away, she held his stare smiled seductively and moved towards him. With a few shots of vodka inside her, she was ready for almost anything. When she reached him, she took his pint glass, placed it on the table, took his hand and walked with him to the dance floor. Placing his hands on her hips she began to sway to the slow rhythm. As usual, the crowds stopped to stare, but rather than watching her moves, they watched the unspoken tension between. Wanda reached her glass over, clinked hers on Anne’s, and drank. After their glasses were emptied, Anne led Wanda into the dining room. She instructed her guest to refill the wine glasses while she got dinner. Candles were already placed on the table, glowing softly. As the women ate their meal of pork sirloin chops, potatoes, and asparagus, they caught up with their lives. Anne knew about the close friendship Wanda had had with Betty, and asked about her. When Wanda explained that Betty had.