Yes, it means that much. I know you just get angry when I bring it up, but it's all I live for. The two of us alone, together - finally free!!!! All t...e memories we've shared and all the memories we've made, I'd easily trade if you'd grant me this one request - I'd happily parade around in any and every sexually demeaning obscene pornographic perverted display that mocks my professional position and personal self respect, all served up just to humiliate and mortify your once proud and prissy. My hips swayed moving back and forth encouraging his probing cock. My breathing quickened as the passionate effect of my unfaithful situation engulfed me. His hands ventured up my side boob as his fingers stretched across my breasts, making contact with my erect pierced nipples. Fortunately for me, hubby couldn't see all of our antics as were deep in the centre of dance floor out of the way of prying eyes. Without even knowing each other's names my dance partner pulled my hair, raising my head. Who was I? Where was I from? Who was I with? Was this my first time? As I answered the questions, I began to notice a few things. First, all of the other girls were dressed similar to me. A short skirt or dress, high heels, and not much else. Also, most of the others were also wearing something around their neck, like me. Two were even dressed alike. My curious gaze was answered when the older one of them told me she was there with her daughter, and sure enough, I noticed her wedding ring. I. It had started when we were discussing her wedding dress, back when the event was nothing more than a few sketchy plans made on some unlined paper. Neither of us were virgins, not by any stretch of the imagination, but Donna still favoured wearing white - a colour she would be entitled to wear, she reasoned, if she was willing to give up some other virginity on her wedding night... Finally, after what seemed like hours, we made our excuses, enjoyed a final turn on the dance-floor, and retired.