.. Aspen lingers, grabbing a drink and sipping on it while sticking mostly to the background. She tries her best to blend in, kind of hard when she ha... transformed into a bombshell. The purplish-black hair and clothes don’t make it much easier either. She keeps an eye out for Kara as well as Cash, but so far she hasn’t had any luck in tracking either down.“Do you dance?”The voice is subtle and barely audible over the loud music, but she recognizes it regardless. Speak of the devil, Kara.Aspen. Madame Laurant is a wonderful cook,” he said.“Should you be doing that?” Hershel asked.“This is our dinner,” Guy said waving his hand over the table. “And these,” he added, picking up two small bundles wrapped in butcher’s paper, “are our lunches for when we get hungry later.”“Why are they doing this for us?” Hershel wanted to know.“They’re good Catholics,” Guy said. “They’re devout and they’re wonderful people. They do it because they think it’s right. They feel they have to help people in. I use my hands to support myself as I slowly position my pussy directly over his bulging purple head, never taking my eyes from his. I rub my still soaking pussy back and forth over it, teasing and enjoying the electric shock I feel every time it brushes against my clit. I can feel the tingle all the way up to my nipples. Finally I maneuver so that I can let him enter me. Slowly I lower myself onto him, allowing just the head to go in when I rise up once again. The next time I go down just a. "Come on, we're not letting yousit around like big lumps all night."She dragged the guys away from the table and then Brian was back holdinghands with Norman as they strolled towards the dance floor. Like thegood girlfriend, he tried making Norman feel special, making eye contactas they danced, lifting up his arms and showing him a few moves,spinning past him. He spent some time dancing, holding one hand andtouching him softly when it seemed appropriate as he'd spin by. He knewLori expected.