My mind was scream walk do not run. As I came around the end of the bar she had gotten up and gave Fred a long passionate kiss. Then she walk to me an... smile as I took her in my arms. She seemed to melt in my arms as we danced and could not stop myself from rubbing up and down her back. As my hand touched the arch in he back she started grinding her hips into me. My cock hard and she grinded harder. When the song ended I was fully erect there was no way I could hide it. As we walked back to the. She placed her hands on my head, fingers gripping my hair gently, and moaned as she rocked her hips slowly. Slowly, I began to insert a finger into her hot little hole, and moved my tongue up to her clit, stroking it with long, hard, sloppy licks. She began to shudder with each tongue stroke, and I coordinated the action of my finger so that each time she shuddered, my finger was buried deep inside her and I could stroke the "roof" of her vagina. This was years before anyone would speak of a. Finally, sensing victory (or was it defeat?), I lift the ice cube, (now a third of its original size) to her lips, which she accepts like a gumdrop. Looking into my eyes, Cynthia wraps her arms about me to offer a weary, grateful kiss. But instead of kissing me – and here's where Cynthia is different – she keeps the ice cube between her teeth and moves her mouth over my shoulders and chest. A cold tingle moves over my body as I try not to flinch. But that's what she wants, and that's what I do. None of those other women even came close.’ The scent of hair spray, acrid and florid at the same time, wafted toward me. The flattery was meant to put Kate at ease but there was plenty of truth to it. Every time we had been apart for more a few seconds it had seemed like another guy was hitting on her. It had become a bit annoying, and at one point I had just about been ready to take a swing at one of the Lotharios–a tall, smooth-talking glee clubber with a moussed-up bad boy haircut. I had.