And the music forces us to move on. As I pull you close, you take advantage of the slow rhythm to wrap one leg around me, pulling yourself closer unto...me, feeling how much I want to take you. How I want to enter you. How I want to allow the b**st within rage into the night and devour you. And yet I restrain myself as I swing you around in a gentle glide to the soft rhythm of the music that envelops us. I pull you close to me as I bury my face between your tender breasts, inhaling your sweet. They went to pay for their groceries, I had to as well. They left a little earlier than me, we locked eyes with the lady again, but she probably thought it was the last time we'd see each other. It probably would've been so, if not for the car they got in. I saw them outside, and it was his company car that her husband drove. Lucky, huh? I googled that company later, when I got home, and found out the guy was the boss of catering company, there was a picture and his name with title. Of course I. Evidently, they both wanted to fuck others, but both were hesitant to actually go that far, sticking to each other for now. Well, I thought, today your fantasies are about to come to life.I had wiped off my prick as I left the other dressing room and now I went behind Gabriella while she was still on the phone with Ernesto. I hiked up her skirt and pulled down her panties, making her gasp audibly in response to the shock of my intrusion. Then I slipped in some fingers and started probing her. I drop down onto my knees before Monica can stop me or hold me up by my ass. My face is eye level with her tummy. I reach up and trace my fingertip over her strong abdominal muscles, impressed by her figure, hooking my fingertips under her skirt and pulling it downward, catching her thong in the process and pulling it down around her ankles at the same time. Monica stood there naked, looking down at me, with her baby smooth crotch right next to my face. I got a little lower, looking at it.