I pulled her closer, and she leaned into my body, feeling like she could never be close enough to me.We continued to kiss madly and our kisses were po...erful and demanding. I wrapped my arms around Pallavis waist and pulled her closer to me, feeling her heartbeat against my chest. The kisses were more aggressive than either of us & meant it to be, and, when we pulled apart, we were both breathing fast, like we had sprinted toward each other, “I’ve been waiting a long time to do that,” Pallavi. Whenthe tingle began Joan was surprised. Whatever thistherapy was, it certainly worked! As the warmth settledthrough her neck, Joan softened, then the waves broughther up tighter, ready when the finger moved down andthe cycle started again. Joan luxuriated in thesensation. This was like a billion-dollar massage.“Oaoum,” she said as Dave’s finger went on to a newspot. Now she could anticipate what it would feel like.And it did. Soon she was eager for the next sensationto begin,. A lot of water got onto the floor, but we didn't care. I began thrusting my mouth onto his pecker once again, but at a faster pace. His head leaned back onto the wall, but his hands made their way back onto the back of my noggin. "Oh, only a loving wife would share her ever so silky lips with such a solid dick. One that I love more than life itself," he moaned, while breathing heavily. I slanted my head up slightly and grinned. I also felt the perspiration sliding down my body, but the taste of. That would be my escape, I thought, but then as I started to excuse myself she walked back in, a fresh drink in her hand, and sat down beside me. She gave me a cheeky smile.The rest of the night whizzed by--a blur of sitting at that table and talking shop, of trips to the bar. But overriding all of this, constantly thinking about Gina: who she was dancing with, where she was, what she was doing, how many cigarettes she'd had...whether Preston had tried his luck with her.By the end of the night,.