Turning back to me, a hand now directing my attention to her girlfriends on the floor, As you can see, I was invited out for some fun too. What brings...you to Portland then? She sipped at her drink, me relishing the feel of her eyes on it as I responded, Work, as usual. Lets me travel a decent bit. Why arent you out there dancing with your friends? She smiled, chuckling a bit, one of her hands brushing some hair a bit behind her ear, They arent quite drunk enough to need my undivided attention,. Before Betsy realized what was happening, she was in the driver's seat and Doris and Wendi were in the backseat. They laughed and joked about her driving them to the marina, as if Betsy was their personal chauffer. The trip still sent shivers through her body, as Betsy remembered driving and listening to them talk. As if that was not bad enough, every time Betsy looked into the rearview mirror, she stared directly into the paralyzing green eyes.Betsy could not remember feeling more embarrassed.. “Yeah, actually, but--”“Is she OK? Is she nearby? Is she--”“I don’t know X,” I needed to interrupt, “I don’t know. It’s not like it is here. She’s not--It’s not Reggie and his nine babes.”“Babes?” Pat sneered. I guess I deserved that. I blushed.“Well, eight babes and a Pat,” Renée saved me. I beamed at that. She blushed. Pat looked unperturbed.“Keep going!” Xiomara was hoarse. I bumped my knee, bouncing her and settled my hand on her butt and on her knee. She held the neck of my shirt. She was. Giving in to this newest onslaught of sensations and emotions she returned his kiss and closed her hands on his biceps. She felt his dick grow hard immediately against her belly and desire tightened like a fist low and hot in her groin. Jeremy lowered her onto the bed and continued kissing her, licking and biting at her neck and jaw, pressing his cock between her legs. She felt warm and wet beneath her panties. He grabbed at the hem of her nightdress and yanked it up to her ribs. His fingers.