He immediately started drunkenly dancing on me and I moved as little as possible..just enough to keep him satisfied that I was indeed dancing. However...as I did so the alcohol I had already consumed began to hit me. I began to move in rythym to his movements and was feeling pretty good when all of a sudden I felt someone moving behind me. Tanner immediately got this wicked smile on his face and began to dance a little farther from me. From his reaction I knew it was a girl. Feeling a little. She looked like a transsexual Monroe; an intention that had cost a fortune to achieve.“Get up!” Kris gasped the heated room draining her. She gripped Debbie by her bound hands pushing her ass back onto the desk lifting her legs and opening her thighs. “I’m going to fuck you now. Fuck you so hard your head will pop off!” Kris’s earlier nervousness vanished.Debbie fell onto her back arms behind her pushing her shoulders up. The man, woman whatever was pulling her legs apart eager hands gripping. They move together, starting their dance, the one they know so well. You can tell these lovers have been together for a while, to move with such grace. When I decided I wanted to watch two men together like this, I never in my wildest dreams thought it would be so sexy. It’s not even over and I’m not disappointed. I crave the desire to touch myself, while I watch them, but I cannot. I will not do that, because I fear it would spoil what they are doing. Instead, I reach into my clutch and. By now you can't resist it any more - there's nothing to stop the pools of energetic desire, gathering up and charging like chemical bombs, inside every atom of your limbs, body and mind, waiting for the trigger to be pulled. As the hands reach your waist you feel those energies start to rapidly gush up and rise, just as the touch rises to just on the side of your breasts, fingers gently lingering on their rim. The trigger is there, it's tugged, but stopped half-way. The caress moves no longer..