"Hi, Georgette, it's John." Oh, Hi John. Are we still okay for Saturday?" Yes ... absolutely. I just thought you would want to know what happened with...Ginny." Yes ... I am interested." I guess to make a long story short, she didn't see anything wrong with lying to me and couldn't understand why I would be upset. I think she was putting on an act to keep from having to admit she'd done something wrong. I'd hate to think what would happen to some guy who married her and then found out about her. I took each breast in my hands and pressed them tight against it. Manically he thrust, his chiseled face now contorted with lust. Faster and faster, his cock slipped between my tits; deeper and wilder grew his groans; more uncontrollable became our fucking until he let out an almighty roar and his entire body spasmed, his cock spraying load upon load of hot, thick, white cum over my tits, neck, face, hair and into my mouth. I licked my lips, tasting his earthy, bitter discharge. It felt base;. I having fingered myself many times before when alone at home, also complied without second thought, but Jaime hesitated."I…I have never touched myself there," Jaime said quietly to me as if asking for guidance. I reached out, took her hand and guided it to her pink slit buried beneath her thick pubic hair. Using my own finger, I spread her open and pressed her fingers into her hole, showing her how to touch herself. I heard her gasp at the touch of my hand and then of her own, as she pushed. She was now in control. Suddenly the music started.Mark turned the music on and stood behind the reception desk, he was transfixed and he could not take his eyes off her even if he wanted to. His eyes took in everything, her eyes, closed, lost in the music, her mouth pursed almost into a kiss, a tell tale sign that she was enjoying herself. Her face, her body, her clothes, everything about this girl pleased him. As she danced her arms caressed her body, softly stoking from her head to her.