"Let me look at you." I was beginning to wonder if she was going to notice. "I love that dress and your hair. Did Virginia help you do that?" "Tonight... after dinner. We were experimenting." I was glad she liked it. She touched my curls then the strap of my dress. "Sweetheart, you look lovely. I can't get over how much the change in your hair has done for you." "Really?" I was thrilled that she liked it so much. "Really!" I remembered the dress that now hung in the closet. "I just have to show. "Rub it on MY COCK slave !" mmmmmmmmmmmmm my mouth starts to water with COCK need , my hands tremble in lust as i reach out with both hands to GRASP that LOVELY Delicious tasting HARD PIECE OF COCK MEAT !!! My hands stroke the HUGE GLISTENING SHAFT as I frantically , gratefully stroke HIS Magnificent GOD PRICK !! UNHGGGGGHHHH. I can NOT help myself, & lightly, in fear I close my eyes , & gently kiss the HUGE MUSHROOM HEAD of that jutting muscle, which at this moment is my very. He leaned over and kissed her — one of those long, slow, probing kisses. Soft. Lingering. He tasted her. He made love to her bottom lip. They slowly pulled their mouths apart. In that awkward moment afterward, they rested their foreheads together and smiled at each other. When there was a lull in the conversation and the kissing, she turned on the television. They sat together, not talking … not with their mouths anyway. He put his arm around her shoulder. She moved closer and rested her head. Whether it worked in the basement or not, at least I had something from my time in the slammer. Visions of comedy and entertainment dominated my thoughts as I headed back to my seat. Even the invitation for everyone to dance and the volume of the music increasing barely leaked into my senses. I sat there day dreaming about fifty five inches of viewing area.Languid, the time passed by like a dream when, before I knew it, caterers were gathering tables and chairs while people bid their farewells..