I suppose I'll see them dragging you away on the news when they find you tomorrow." She speaks with a certitude that scares me.I seize the metal webbi...g with my hands. "Sheryl! You can't be serious..." I shake the fence as much as I can. I shout her name, but she silently turns her back against me, making what seems to be an exaggerated effort to sway her hips saucily as she saunters away."Sssh. There are guards on duty," she adds as a final touch. Perhaps it's the cold night air, or my view of. Dark green eyes. Full, perfectly shaped lips painted blood red. And then the good stuff. Full, firm C-cups with long, thick nipples that never saw a bra. Just a hint of a tummy: she did have a child. Hips and ass that promised ecstasy, on perfect legs. The perfect woman if you could turn off her nonstop mouth. Today she appeared to be wearing a pair of her daughter's gym shorts, which were at least a couple of sizes too small. I couldn't help but notice that the seam disappeared into her crotch. "Um..." said Cindy frowning, "look over there. That looks like Natalie MacMaster!" No fucking way," said Ari, then, "My Goddess, it is."The girls excitedly started looking around the audience, naming names that Ken had never heard of. Someone or something called Danu, a Dervish, Altoids ("Altan" corrected Jane), and other names that meant little to him. He smiled at Jane, who gave every indication she was enjoying the girls' pleasure as much as he, but was far more in tune with what was going. "Yes, thank you, I will," Sam dialed her cell phone and reached her husband, who was busy reading in the church library, of all places.Ronald W. Mitchell didn't quite know what was happening, but when his cell phone rang and his wife's voice came on, sounding ragged, he rushed to see what was going on. She was either really horny or really in trouble. Sam had been known to use the ladies' room now and then to entice him after services, and the naughty thrill more than excited both of them."Hi,.