We locked eyes but she kept going with her friends. I didn’t know if she was a ’special’ lady or not she looked that good. I finished my drink a...d grabbed another. I had to take it easy though, I had a conference 9 the next morning. As I watched an older man approached me asking me to dance with him. I smiled at him and accepted. He was a handsome man probably in his late 40s. His hands were roaming a lot which I did not discourage. I was enjoying his hands on my ass as we danced. I turned to. Discreetly, you pull up the back of my dress to see if all the other men staring at me is making me wet. The you stop.“Young lady, where are your panties?!” you hiss at me angrily. “I bought those especially for tonight.”“I, um, I forgot to put them on, Sir”, I answer quietly.“Nice try… I’m not buying that one! I laid your outfit for tonight FOR you! I KNOW the panties were there!” You roughly grab my hand and we weave through the people to find the Host.Standing before him, you say to me,. I've never told a soul about this in all these years & I figured this community would appreciate a real story with all the gory details. Immediately after our foray into the realms of the undoable, the reality of the situation becomes apparent to me. I crossed a line and can't take this back even if I wanted to. The complicated nature of blood relations is sobering and real. As much as I want to call in sick and just lay in bed all day continuing our forbidden fun, I am desperately needed at. He leans again the wall and pulls her towards him they kiss a long and lingering kiss, her leg between his. His firm cock throbbing. The people on the street, just walk on by with no concept of their world.Her hand slides over his cock, it throbs and twitches with her every touch, his tight trousers getting tighter as his manhood grows. She finds the tip of his cock and rubs her thumb across and a small damp patch is felt. His eyes are drawn to her cleavage; his finger traces her sumptuous.