I said hello to the friend whose name escaped me at that moment and I informed them both of my need for the ladies. Hubby just smiled and continued ta...king to his friend. The friend was quite a good looking guy who couldn't take his eyes off me, as he leered at me in my skin-tight dress. I walked away from the guys, making sure I walked as sexily as was possible, turned the corner and then rushed urgently toward the disabled toilet to find my dance partner holding the door open for me. I walked. Because he told me not to worry. That he would not put it in me. That I was still to little. That he just wanted to feel it wet from my tiny pussy. Because he was going to make his lil girl, cum all over papas big dick Then he was kissing me again. Told me to lift my arms. And slipped my shirt off. Playing with my rock hard nipples. Running one hand down my flat tummy. And putting his fingers against my hot, seeping hole. I heard him moan again. And he asked me if I liked the way he touched me.. “She thought that he was Mr Jones so we had to fill her in.”“What did she say?”“She looked quite shocked,” Ian cut in.Jerry smiled. “But she did say that it was nice to see divorced couples staying good friends and moving on.”Billy looked at her as she held underwear in her hands and moved to the chest of drawers. The drawer next to it was open and she could see Ian’s socks and underpants in it. Ian noticed him looking at them and smiled as he moved closer to Jerry and put his arm around her. I have the best of the fun to come, and this is where your torture gets more intense." She bent down and put her mouth to mine, exploring with her tongue. One hand slid down my chest and took hold of a nipple, and as our tongues continued to explore each other she squeezed it and massaged it until I could hardly bear the exquisite agony. And yet I couldn't open my mouth to gasp or exclaim because her mouth was clamped tightly to mine.At length she released me. "Now you know what a girl feels.