Up. Up." She groaned out as she tried to match my nails with her itch. I attempted to scratch where she wanted but her bra was in the way. "Your bra...is in my way, Steph." I said. At that point I wasn't thinking about sex or even taking advantage of her. She immediately responded with, "Unclip it!" I quickly unsnapped her bra with one hand and resumed scratching. She began squirming with renewed vigor, moving to keep my nails where she was itching. She moaned out, "That feels so good." I. Gabe grunted, really not interested in her story. Besides, Abigail’s phone was going off, too. “Look, Di, gotta go now. Feels like my meds are wearing off and I need some more painkillers. Leg is starting to bother me again and that shit makes me sleepy as fuck.” “Be careful with those pills, Gabe. Wouldn’t want to see you in rehab with a drug problem.” Gabriel wrinkled his nose. “Don’t worry. I’m just taking them like the doctor prescribed.” Abigail was having a heated argument in the. And I want it to be memorable… ‘Excuse me…would you like to dance?’ A voice interrupts my dreary maunderings. I look up, startled–this is the first time since I started coming here that anyone other than the barkeep has spoken to me. A friendly grin meets my gaze, and twinkling blue eyes beguile me into answering. ‘S-Sure, I’d love to!’ I manage to sputter, completely taken aback by the fact that someone was actually asking ME to dance!! He holds his hand out, and I place mine in his. Sliding. "Jim can't stand it anymore, slowly walks towards her, but hesitates. She feels humiliated in a way, but still aroused. Her pussy is dripping wet, she wants him to enjoy the pleasure she knows her body can give him. He reaches out and gently touches her breast, squeezes gently as she moans. He bends down, sucking greedily on a nipple then the other...she is lost now, no longer fighting Mark."They are as good as you imagined, aren't they Jim? Now let's turn her around and get a good look and.