I tried to figure out who she was, but couldn’t. I got a beautiful view of her breasts in the plunging neckline of her costume. They appeared to be ...ig and round, similar to mine. They began to dance, and I choose to go looking and see what kind of excitement I could have.After a few minutes someone tapped my shoulder, “Hi, my name if Doug, are you here alone my dear?”I turned and noticed a man who had a devil costume with a pitchfork and all. I smiled and licked my lips hungrily. “No, I am. Your breathing also intensifies a bit, and I notice as you spread your legs slightly more for my view that you're beginning to get wet. Boldly, I reach over and fondle your breast. You simply close your eyes and sigh. Squeezing and kneading your breast elicits more sighs, until I roughly pinch the nipple between my thumb and finger. Your eyes do not open, but your back arches, sending your breasts higher into the air. Some of the sun worshipers seated near us have heard your moan, and have. It was a set with the garter belt, and has ribbons, pearls, and lace set in matching patterns. She stands up, and slowly turns in front of the large vanity mirror. Admiring herself, she has to admit that she looks pretty damn hot tonight. Her dark, flowing hair contrasted with the paleness of her skin and the creamy color of her trimmings. Sara had taken a seat on the ottoman across the room, and had been watching as she finished dressing. ‘Damn, girl. That looks great. If I were a lezbo, I’d. “The last time we did this was with my pregnant personal care attendant shortly after I got hurt.”“Seriously?” He was somewhat startled.“There’s always been an attraction between us.” She started to explain. “After he came home we ended up getting closer. I had thought about it before and so had he. When I heard the two of them having sex I couldn’t help it. I watched them through the crack in the door.”She stopped long enough to take another big sip of wine. All the while Mike sat there.