Instead of easing out she just wrapped her hands around my neck and I held her thin waist. her head was resting on my chest. We could feel our heartbe...ts against each other. we were slow dancing and the entire high of wine and music was getting us really tight. my hardness was clearly felt on her tummy. she raised her head and looked at me and now our faces were very close. We still had not told out our intentions. I thought to take the lead. We were moving slowly around the room and I was now. " Well that's good to hear."A woman with salt and pepper hair, dressed as a Roaring Twenties flapper stepped up and asked, "And who's this?" Morgan, my lovely wife Tatum Rocca. Tatum, this is Morgan Schneider. She was the young lady I rescued from jail when that idiot I hired got arrested." Oh yes," she said, her voice had a clear air of high society. "The secretary you fucked."I was taking a drink when she said that and I instantly choked. Mr. Rocca didn't look pleased that I had spit my drink. Why did I need to say it out loud? Oh, why had I convinced him to stay?My eyelids flickered open at the feeling of his fingers under my chin, tilting it up. I let out a soft whimper when he moved a step closer, his body touching mine now. Thighs against thighs, chest to chest. His hand slipped across my jaw, his fingers wrapping under and around my ear."Are you turned on, Holly?"My entire being froze at the intimate question, and my eyes opened wider. I imagined it was what a deer felt like. ” He said with a smile. “Cynthia, you were so beautiful when you came. And so talkative too.” “Oh shit. Ok, just say it. What in the hell did I say?” I said with my face buried in his shoulder. “What, you don’t remember?” Without looking up I shook my head. “Glenn laughed and hugged me. “Well, lets see. I seem to think it went something like… ‘Yes..yes..oh sweet jesus yes. Oh my god. I’m cumming I’m cumming.. Don’t stop you bastard!’ Yeah, I think that’s about right. You know I never knew you.