” Judy blushed at the compliment. “It’s a little crowed here near the tables,” he said matter of factly. “Let’s go over by the bar.” Wi...h the palm of his hand on the small of her back, he guided her through the crowd towards the bar. By the time they reached the relatively sparsely populated area, she noticed that the tips of his fingers had slid down just inside her dress. Missy incepted them with Judy’s drink. “Thank you,” Judy said sincerely as she took the offered drink. “You’re welcome,”. I studied it and got on birth control and started screwing MFH. Damn, it was soooo good!I’d been dating some other guys who would accept that I didn’t put out. Well, they got a pleasant surprise when I did! There was no commitment to MFH at that time, so why not get some more experience with those wonderful hard shafts that made me feel so good?MFH soon realized that he’d unleashed a sex monster who was trying to make up for years lost. I learned a lot about the variety of tools that men. ‘This night, it doesn’t come off till you come to the end of the story!’ Logically, that made sense. Subconsciously, I suppose that I was calculating how much of this story we could take before we realized how wet we were getting, and how much my dark blue robe and her gown wanted to be tossed on the floor together. ======== In Leona’s erotically-decorated ranch house, we had dressed, teasingly summarized by Fawn as ‘…putting all thegoodies away…’ — that was as she smoothed her satin hi-cut. “Can I offer you coffee, sir? There are no cameras or other recorders. You can look.”“Let’s get this nonsense done,” Kingford snapped after searching the kitchen as might the most paranoid agent of the CIA. Given his position, he probably knew plenty about how to find and defeat hidden tools of corporate espionage. “You want money, so I have what you demand. I get the disc.”“Do you have the key, too?” Gina asked.“Yes.”“Show me, please?”Kingford set the key and an envelope on the table. “You.