Red dress. Short maybe 146 to 148, thin, no, athletic. She turned her head to the right. Ear rings. Moved her hand, no rings. Bracelet. Clutch bag. Na...ls painted. Carrying a drink. Wine. Turned again. Then he became furious with himself because when he finally managed to force his eyes open she was gone. Oh for fuck sake. Really?He was compelled to do something. Like him being there, the next thirty or so seconds were compulsory because he understood taking every chance you got. No matter how. There is a fold of fabric running diagonally from the middle and disappearing towards your right.As you move the fold of fabric moves a bit and creates a sensual ribbon of satin sheen that captivates my attention for a moment. Then it disappears as the slip falls across it. I strain to see if it is there under the slip and notice that your movements have stopped. I look up, you are looking me straight in the eye through your reflection in the mirror. I feel a bit guilty for staring and. Rebecca ran her hands over Sara's inner thighs, toward her pussy, her legs opening wide for her. Rebecca could smell Sara's sex. She did not know how she was going to react to what they where forcing her to do. While she had been tongue fucked before, she had never had to do it to another. She would not have the choice. Rebecca pushed her pussy into Sara's face, feeling the soft lips of Sara touch her pussy.Sara saw Rebecca's towering over her as her own legs were spread open by the soft hands. Desire didn’t reside in his hard cock alone, it raged in his blood – the tension knotting his muscles and stretching his tendons taut.When he reached his apartment - the one where Patricia no longer resided - that impulse drove him up the stairs to the bathroom. No fucking around. This wasn’t one to savour, it was a fierce erotic poison he had to pump free of his system. Christ – in three years Trish had never made him feel like this.The one thing to slow him, as he tugged at his straining.