O'Connor couldn't remain in place. Her body swayed from side to side. Her wide hips danced for me. The crotch of her moist panties teased me. I got do...n on my knees to complete the unavailing. My face was just few inches from her sacred place. Her pulsating pussy begged me to free it of the thin material that obstructed me. With one final tug, the words of the great Martin Junior King filled my mind, "Free at last, free at last. Thank God, almighty Free a last."Mrs. O'Connor moaned softly as. As we were drinking we said some things to each other that were maybe a little personal. I told him about my affair last spring. He told me about the marital troubles he was having. We even told each other what we liked sexually. It was all in good fun as we kept drinking. When we decided we were drunk enough we decided to share a cab ride home. We were dropping him off first since he lived closer. When we got to his place he asked if I wanted to come in for another drink. Sounded like a good. .. snippy, audacious, envenomed Annette... even she had taken to her immediately, and from the first moment Uncle Gaston had laid eyes on her he had done little more than smile his pleasure.Of course, the proof of Uncle Gaston's acceptance had come when he'd asked Madeleine to act as family hostess at these Friday night affairs, and he, Antoine, could barely contain his own elation... even now, as he watched her graceful movements beside his Uncle, the powerful little man holding affectionately. She knew it would do no good to scream, because he could be on top of her in a single bound. His cock was full and stiff now as he moved. She felt fear in the pit of her stomach as he moved toward her. He put his hand over her mouth. Holding her tightly, his hand pulled up her skirt, then dragged her panties down to her knees. He lifted her so she half-sat on the table. The table wobbled and two cups rolled off onto the floor. Betty was rigid, not breathing, as his head bent and his mouth.