Her rhythmic breathing pushed her breasts, in a lacy front-clasp bra, up and down. My fingers trailed down her collarbone. ‘Undo the top button,’ ... whispered. She did. My hand slipped lower, looping around her bra strap, giving the bra cup a friendly little tug upward. Again she shifted, this time shrugging a little so my hand dropped lower still and easily covered her breast through the bra. The signals flashed a stronger green. ‘Danny, you’re not in Texas anymore,’ I thought. ‘Play with my. " "I should go," I said, feeling a little less uncomfortable but still embarrassed. "You sure?" Kyle asked, his hand still on my waist. "I think I might have a solution for that." Bewildered, I looked at him and asked, "W...what do you mean?" He only smiled and took my hand leading me into the living room. He sat on the sofa and pulled me onto his lap. Straddling him I could feel his dick jump a little. Feeling that pulse against my bottom drove me wild and I immediately dove in and kissed. Megan related how she had pretended was a big spender looking for a little fun. She told them I was paying her to dress up like this and play games. "They thought I was a hooker for a minute, but I convinced them, I'd just run into you at our hotel and just decided to have some fun!" Their eyes popped when I showed them some of the money from last night, pretending you'd given it to me just for buying clothes and escorting you around!" I said you'd probably do the same for them if we wanted to. " Sherri wanted to repeat her question, but the lights suddenly dimmed and the crowd went nuts. The first few notes were played by a distant guitar and they made Sherri shiver. It sounded so familiar and yet, so different. A single spotlight suddenly flared on the stage, dead center, and a dark figure stepped from behind a curtain, slowly making its way onto the front of the stage. Her head was lowered over the microphone, her long black hair covering her face. Then suddenly, her voice rang.