Our lips never stopped touching. My hands went behind her and unclasped her bra while her hands unbuckled my belt. Her mouth was on fire as it left m...ne and travelled to my neck. My hands went from outside of her skirt to under her skirt. I was gripping her cheeks. She giggled again and I knew all was right. Then I slipped my hands into her panties and grabbed her cheeks directly, massaging them, gripping them, feeling them, kneading them. Needing them too. She giggled again. This is so Gail. “You going to drop your pants and fool around?” she asked.“I guess,” I said awkwardly, “Are you sure?”“Sure I’m sure,” she said, “As long as you let me keep the car and live here.”“As long as you like,” I assured her.“So lets do it!” she invited.“Come here,” I ordered, she stepped forward. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her on the forehead.“Just fuck OK?” she said, “Don’t mess around.”“I want to mess around,” I said, “I want you, not just sex, I want you.”“Oh fuck, this is seriously. "Muriel slipped her stockinged foot into the toe of her second boot andslid it, opened, into place."Leave him to me, precious. What I also want you to do for me is choosesome of his things from my dressing room. When I say 'my' dressing room,I mean the Clown's room as well, of course. Our dressing room, my littlePansy," she called up at him as she fastened her boot buttons. "The largewalnut wardrobe for a blouse, the tall wardrobe for some nice silkytrousers for him, and I'll need three pairs. Her body wanted more and she attacked him back with kisses, holding him to her. "Get out." He stopped and she looked at him inquisitively. "Get out," he commanded more than asked. She hesitantly got out of his car and he followed behind her. He guided her to the front of his car, her dress hanging at her hips, her nude breasts in full view of his inspection in the car light. "Remove your dress," he said. He leaned against his car watching her in the spotlight. She hesitantly removed her.