Just as I am deliberating what to say or do next, you lean over and whisper into my ear, ‘Are you waiting for something?’ Our faces are only inche... apart. I gently run my right hand up the silky skin of your arm. You close your eyes in delight as my hand crosses your shoulder and runs up your neck, gliding over the string of your bikini that’s tied behind you. Using that same hand I pull you in closer. I move my lips slowly towards yours. They meet. A fury of energy passes between them. My lips. " You think he's up there?" I've looked everywhere else. I haven't found him or the little piece of pussy fluff. I even checked the patio." She leaned into my ear and laughing said, "I found your partner, Joe, in the gazebo fucking this chubby little blonde. John, he was fucking her in the ass! It was so wild, and she was really getting off over it. I must admit I watched for a bit. I couldn't see how she could take a cock that size in her butt." I didn't fill her in on the times my cock was up. Donna said, “They are into some kind of conversation, so what are we going to do?” She jumped up on the counter setting with her back towards them.“I have a feeling we are going to find something to do.”Donna had on a short skirt and I could see that she was not wearing any panties (I guess I am not going to get into her panties). I put my hand on her leg and started running it up to her pussy. I found out very quickly, it was shaved, my favorite. She put her arms around my neck and started. Eventually, they come to a harmonious understanding that they needed some time alone. The story carries on henceforth.One can precisely assume that the way their moves synchronized sensually on the dance floor meant a great deal of eroticism and sexual mischievousness. Needless to say, their eyes silently spoke for themselves that they desperately needed to be alone with each other regardless of time or place. Their coupling on the dance floor had already ignited the passionate sexual beasts.