His hands rose to cup her breasts, and he molded them against his palms, the rigid nipples getting even harder in his hands. He lowered his head, and ...is mouth, his hot, wet mouth, devoured her left nipple as his hand felt her soaking wet pussy. Her back arched, and she whimpered. Her hands fisted in his hair, holding him against her. He nibbled and licked her neck, pushing his body against her and he bit her sensitive skin. She grunted, and opened her thighs more. She could feel his rigid LUND. I have never seen you before. Do I know you from somewhere else?" She smiled again and said, "Oh, but I have seen you before, and I think I do know you very well." She extended her hand and said," My card." Don looked at the card. It had letters in a flowing script and a leather-like print It said: MICHELLE johns. Don felt his palms get wet and his head get light. He looked at this voluptuous and erotic woman in shock. This must be some kind of game she was playing with that salesman who had. You know there are at least ten feet between you and the couple but you can see every detail now as if you were only inches away. He has one hand under her breast, lifting it slightly to meet his open mouth. His lips encircle the areola and nipple. With his lips closed tightly around her, the man moves his head back, sucking and pulling her small breast until her nipple, now elongated and erect and surrounded by dark, puckered skin, slips from his mouth. Her head too falls back and her mouth. Just so happened, he stood by the rubber trash can that held the beer. Allie reached her hand inside and pulled out an Ultra, twisted the top and pressed it to her lips as her eyes met his. “Hi, I am Derek, what’s your name?” “I am Allie, nice to meet you Derek, I like your costume.” “Thanks, I love yours. You look like the perfect naughty school girl.” Allie took another sip of her beer. “I can be,” she said with a wink. Derek and Allie exchanged small talk as they walked around the house.