I had seen her smooth over some rough feeling between vendors and turn right around and negotiate a price break from a supplier. She could charm, cajo...e, and twist arms if needed to get what she wanted. Every so often she would look over at me making small talk with someone and give me a wink. Our not drinking actually helped us out, since after about 3 hours of an open bar people’s judgements started lacking and they would commit to things that they may not have sober. Of course drinks and. “I’ve barely seen the blond bastard. You cannot be this densely heterosexual, can you?” She asked.“Course not!” I said, defensively. “I’m not even ... I...” I blinked at her.Oh.Oh.“Oh,” I said.Techne shook her head and stomped off.UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIt took me a hard reboot – a good five seconds – before my brain started working again. I hurried after Techne and marveled at this. For years back on Stumble, Techne had been the mysterious and alluring girl in the second story of Miss Giddy’s House. There, is mini-you happier now? Back to my date. As I twisted to kiss him, he slid his hand around my side and cupped my tit. His tongue is strong and agile, like yours. I felt an electrical shock race from my nipple to my clit and realized he was twisting it, though still over the thin blouse."His other hand nudged my thighs apart and slid up to the damp spot I felt chilling my clit. He scraped slowly up and down the center line of my panty and labia. When he felt my clit, he knew just how to. After a couple of hours of surfing around we couldn’t really find the correct opportunity nor the person to speak with. Of course there were a lot of looks on to us but no one stepped forward. I was kind of amazed with this attitude but then again I didn’t blame them, I blamed the location. Maybe this wasn’t a shady enough place to roam about. We were soon loosing interest and decided to retire to our rooms for the night and try our luck in a different location the next day.When we reached to.