.. oh god you must think I am some sort of weirdo or something... shit sorry" the man babbled as he stepped aside and hurried past her.Jane turned as ...e swept passed her and did some very quick thinking. Surely she couldn't press a liaison with this stranger... could she? it was wrong and he could be an axe murderer or something. On the other hand if he was an axe murderer, surely he wouldn't have just run away from a veritable gift victim. The thought of having a stolen moment with a complete. ...the kissing now was hungry, lustful.....and my hands slipped between her thighs.....the panties were slipped to one side and my fingers explored her.....wet, and needing attention...and then they were inside, feeling those juices on my fingers as she moaned and moved her hips against the pressure of my hand.....I had to taste.....I eased the panties off her hips and down her sexy thighs and she obligingly parted them to let me bury my face in her feminine desire. And it was divine…..soaking. She announced that the show would begin in just ten minutes.Greg poured them each a glassful of champagne and they stood there drinking it. Bette found herself getting a nice glow from the champagne and was oddly stimulated by the prospect of what they might be seeing.The lights flickered twice and they imagined it was a signal that the show was about to start. Cindy suggested that since they were old friends it would be nice to switch partners and let Don sit with her while Greg sat with. A response finally came in.- Haha. Funny pal. Shakespeare is more my kink if that’s okay with you (; -This was his playground, jokes are easy to play off.- I don’t mind a girl with a little class, but maybe one with a little more of a bio would help. -Their conversation went very back and forth from there.- There’s a lot in it, you just have to look for it. -- Pretty sure it only says you go to college here and you like books. -- Alright. Now take those two and put it together with clue I gave.