Her slim waist owed nothing to any surgeon, but plenty to the hour she dedicated to yoga four days a week. Her long legs were perfectly formed, with j...st enough curves to suggest woman without being plump. Her mound was closely trimmed, with only a thin strip of blonde hair curling over the hidden lips of her pussy and clit. She turned, peering at her backside in the mirror. Her butt- now it was just cute. She had a nicely curved ass. It was far from being big. Indeed, it was perfectly. We spend most of the night in a dark corner, may as well not be a reunion as we hardly speak to anyone else. The drink is flowing freely and Victoria seems to be taking her fair share of red wine on board. Not that I am complaining, it opens her up, making her chatty and flirtatious and very touchy-feely.All too quickly we are at the last dance, I really don’t do dancing, but Victoria drags me by the hand to the dance floor, wasting no time in pulling me close and fondling my bum. I repay the. By time Brian pays the bill and makes his way outside, Laurel is nowhere to be found. He doesn't figure she'll go home without him, but there are many places nearby that she could be. He starts with the few night clubs on the street but still cannot seem to locate her. Brian, finally worries and decides to call her cell phone. He is surprised that she actually answers and is even more surprised that she sounds drunk. It has only been about forty minutes since she left him behind. How much could. . what she suspected had been her own crashing, spiraling orgasm, though her mind had since refused to admit such an actuality... A low, involuntary moan escaped the soft, pink lips of the mentally tortured young woman and she put her head in her hands. All the thoughts she had suppressed the past three days came rushing into her conscious mind, bringing with them the terrible humiliation and guilt of her actions. What had happened to her innocent, well-ordered little world? Why had things.