Her hands have now found his hard member and she grips it tightly. She brings both hands down to his cock, one rubbing and caressing, the other massag...ng his balls. He is rubbing her pussy with the flat of his palm. His fingers slowly enter her wet, hot cavity finding she is very ready for him yet she pulls her hips back. Her kisses become less insistent. They become slower, longer, her tongue thrusting deep into his mouth. She starts working her way down his body with soft, wet kisses. First. ? Will I die? Maybe I'm already dead..?But for some reason, part of me still had the hope that this might just be a temporary effect, something I can wait out, then return to normal and forget I was ever curious about the mysterious red light of the necklace. I calmed myself down as best as I could and decided to wait.Well, I thought to myself, while I'm waiting, I may as well distract my mind as I do. And I knew perfectly how I wanted to distract my mind.My body wasn't there, so I started by. "Mike howled with laughter at her straight-faced joke. Then he responded by lifting her up and holding her in his arms with her feet completely off the floor. The others around the table began to laugh as Joan made funny faces while he danced by himself with her in his arms. Then he let her down and held her normally.Before he could resume dancing, though, she pulled his head down and utterly melted him with a kiss. Then she whispered, "What a stinking shame! Mike, I'm just too short. I can't. "I nodded.That night, my parents insisted that we go to the Country Club for the Sunday Cookout. Every Sunday night during summer, the club had a cookout in the back of the main building, where there was a big open area. Hot dogs, hamburgers, a sundae bar ... It was really cute.And my parents were forcing us all to go. Henry's first time at the club in god knows how long.And I, of course, had to look good. Who knew who would be there.So I went upstairs, showered, blow dried my hair, and got.