I was so lost in Lissa that I didn’t noticed the crowd thin. We weren’t being overtly sexual—not exactly—but we were both getting turned on. E...ery turn ended with our eyes locking back onto each other. It was like playing contact cutthroat. We were always in touch.It fell apart when Lissa glanced away. I followed her eyes and saw that we were the only ones on the dance floor. We snapped back together, but our focus was broken. I just stopped cold with Lissa in my arms and kissed her, right. Brock Maitland had been spotted at Essence the night before, canoodling with a stunning Joan Collins look-alike. The digital images confirmed it. That was enough to set tongues wagging. But it was the photo of them clinking their champagne flutes together that had transfixed me.She wasn’t wearing her wedding rings!The media hyped, as they had with each one of his previous floozies: Would this one be The One? More to follow...Jean-Claude had returned the previous afternoon. We spent the evening. " At her pout I explained, "I can take the next one over but I need a couple of cabins in case I pick up passengers. I don't want them in my bed and I don't want to monkey with reconfiguring all the time." I turned to the maintenance worker. "OK, let's see what the chief says." Hey Bobby!" she called out towards the bridge.The guy that I'd sent to coordinate with Sam poked his head from around the hatch and looked at us. "Yo." He wants a sleeper reconfig."Bobby wandered over and asked what I. Her bosom is more plump, her hips wider. Every article of silk and lace fits her body as if having been glued on like a dress upon a doll.Heather stands before a chair, her arms lying at her sides. She moans and bends her knees, her hips rocking to an unheard beat. She gasps and sighs, swaying her torso and jiggling the round globes of her breasts to an almost audible bouncing noise.Cassie shudders and utters a husky sigh as her own pussy warms and buzzes to the torrential waves of wanton.