"One guy was handing out bottles of beer--the good stuff, Heineken, Guinness, Coors, etc.--from a Styrofoam cooler, so with beer in hand, we continued...to mingle.The deejay started to play It's Raining Men, so Sherry and I got out there and danced together.By then, we both had to use the facilities, so we followed some people into the house. There was stuff going on inside the house too. While the house wasn't huge or anything, just a normal-sized split level, there was a bunch of people in the. I am sure she would like you verymuch as well. I'm sorry, but we need to go so I can be back in time fordinner."Wow, Kim thought, Kelly is really hung up on Connie. I guess I did leaveKelly to go home that time, and I haven't been in touch. I guess sometypical male things don't change when you put a bra and panties on! Itdoesn't automatically make you communicate more. I will have to find away to make it up to her.Kim and Connie wandered around and finally gave up, and headed to thedining room.. The effect, as you might imagine, was wonderful, and did absolutely nothing for my self control.Simply to try to prolong this encounter, I drew my gaze from the bound beauty sucking me, and looked about us. There were trees here and there, framing but not obstructing the view of the bay. The lights of Harbor Springs were visible across the bay, and the moon was full and high. The silver beams played upon the water, and the beauty of the vista nearly approached that of the woman kneeling before. Tiffany surveyed the table and dismissed trying any easy shots. Despite her eagerness to remove PC-1’s briefs, she was still a competitive gal. She selected another shot requiring a long reach across the table. She leaned over the table dragging her nipples across the velvet. Still out of reach due to her lack of heels, she lifted and braced one leg bent upon the table edge. Tiffany pretended to line up the shot but paused and peered back smiling, a trite invitation to PC-1 who stood behind her.