The sweet odor of aroused woman accosted my nose. I was concerned that she would think I was moving too fast. But no, Lisa sank down onto her knees an... turned to the coffee table, gulped some more wine, folded her arms on the table and rested her head on them, wiggling her wonderful butt at me.“Do that some more,” she whispered.So I did. I kneaded and squeezed, I kissed and licked. And I slid the generous bottoms of her pants aside and kissed my way into the sweet crevice between. It had simple vertical side pockets in thejacket, and his soft peach, collarless blouse added just a touch of colorfrom under the jacket. His shoes were a touch higher and tighter today hethought, as he looked down staring at the slightly pointy, nude coloredpumps framing his shapely legs. His makeup looked so natural andflawless.as Pam didn't deviate much from the day before, with theexception of changing his lip color to match his peach blouse. It wasstrange touching his hair as it was parted. The lockers were still there, and another man was stripping off his clothes and laying them in an open locker. He was about my height, a little heavier than me, and thickly haired, with a thin cock about five inches long and balls that hung down like a bull's (yeah, we men notice these things). I gave him my name, and he said his name was Bret. As I took off my own clothes, he looked at my body approvingly. I'm one of those guys with a small but thick dick that's about three inches soft and six. For an hour and a half we talked avidly about anything except what was going to happen next. All seamed normal except as we talked, we kept locking eyes with each other.By the time we were finished with dinner, the place was beginning to fill up, and the band was starting its first set. Our table continued attracting a fair amount of attention. No one else was dressed as wildly as either Karen or I was either. Karen wore low cut jeans and a long sleeved shirt unbuttoned at the top and tied at.