Her little black dress was cut low, and she revealed a deep cleavage to Claire each time she did this. Claire could not help but stare and she fought ...ard against the sexual attraction that grew within her. She felt tipsy and it made the battle all the harder. Why not surrender to the feelings, she thought. Why not let Belinda have her way? Claire reached forward for a card. She turned the edge of one card and looked up at Belinda who remained leaning over the table towards her. She bit her. Expecting me to say "Oh, yes, honey, I understand. Thought all along youwere just trying to play a little joke. Of course you couldn't *really* wantany of those things you admitted to late at night, after too much wine." Theproblem--for him, at least--was that I was quite taken with the ideas he hadproposed... thinking about those ideas all week had only made me moreeager to make them reality. A reality he clearly wanted to deny now. I havebeen in a state of perpetual arousal from the thoughts. She looked up at me, looked off to the side for a moment ... then took a deep breath. She licked her lips, closed her eyes, and touched her lips to mine.The kiss was soft, and tasted of the strawberry lip gloss she often favored.Other kisses followed, and they grew a little longer as her breathing quickened slightly.Then, I felt her head tip upward ... felt her lips part ... felt her tongue touch my lips. I opened my mouth to touch the tip of my tongue to the tip of hers.Our tongues danced for. .. kinda hot." You do?" she said, sniffling. She looked confused and somehow relieved, serious and confused at the same time. I reach down between us and cup her pissy, wet pussy mound, her panties so soaked her pee oozed between my fingers and made golden rivulets down her bare thighs, puddling on my tile floor. She shuddered against me."They're so wet..." she whispered in a hoarse, needy voice I'd never heard from her. She kissed me a little nervously. I flicked my tongue at her lips a little.