The men enjoyed a drink and cigar while the women gossiped. I had an opportunity to meet Anne's fiancé, Gerald. He was a handsome and charming ...oung man who, having gradated from Harvard last year, was following in his father's footsteps by entering the family's banking business. I learned that they would be married in June, and following their honeymoon, would reside in Boston. Gerald told us of his ordeal in trying to get here this week. He had spent the last four days traveling the 50. I could almost smell the scent of her arousal over the aroma of the expensive perfume she was wearing.Bill’s voice broke my concentration when he said, “Izzy, you slut, haven’t you been fucked enough tonight?”I decided that discretion was the better part of valor and quickly rose to go to the bathroom. I had no desire to be involved in a marital dispute, mind you, I was certainly intrigued by what Bill had said.As I walked to the back of the bar where the bathrooms were situated, I heard the. He stroked over my smooth slit slowly and I let out a soft noise, starting to protest. The doors could open on any floor, anyone could catch us after all. He clamped his free hand over my mouth, “Hush now, I know you want it.” He muttered as he slowly dipped his middle finger inside me. He pressed his thumb over my little clit and I whimpered against his hand, causing him to push his finger deeper inside me. “Oh Kitten you’re absolutely dripping...” he teased, easily sinking a second finger. I gently kissed her in response. She used her fingers to press my cock up higher, and she rolled her hips to feel her way towards her goal. I felt a lot of resistance as she pressed back to try to force me inside her ass. I held still as she rolled her hips and tried to relax. She gasped and froze as my cock head suddenly pushed through. I caressed her back and her sides, and she slowly started to move again. We kissed and she moved and she managed to take more inside. Suddenly she stopped and.