We had just gotten to our table, and I ordered drinks, a Pepsi for Mike, a beer for me, and a fuzzy navel for Pamela, when the cartoon anal sex group started to play an cartoon anal sex Otis Redding song that just seemed perfect for the occasion, since we were in San Francisco anyway, even if removed from the bay area proper.
"Care to dance?" I asked, holding out my right hand to Pamela as she took the first sip of her drink.
Now we would find out just how serious she was about that statement of hers about dancing with my cum running down her legs so that everyone could see and know that Id just fucked the shit out of this sexy married white lady. But she nearly jumped up and dragged me to the dance floor then, and once out there, the only couple on the floor I might add, she melted into me, pressing her barely concealed flesh up against mine, molding herself to me. I could have sworn I could even feel her cartoon anal sex nipples poking into me she was so close, and I know I felt her heat below as she followed me around the floor with her cunt pressed up against my right thigh the whole damn time we were out there.
Her hair smelled of springtime, and flowers dipped in a rainstorm, and shed applied fresh perfume, and make-up right after wed arrived. I don know if it was accidental, whether in my mind Id preconceived it, but as we danced my hands ended up on Pamelas butt cheeks holding, and squeezing them like two small basket balls together
cartoon anal sex, and that caused her to snuggle in even closer, if that was possible. So I raised
cartoon anal sex my hands upward drawing the bottom of the silky dress up as I did, and gave everyone in there a view of what I consider the most perfect female derriere in the entire world. The sudden round of applause as the music continued to play said that a lot of people in there agreed
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cartoon anal sex. I could feel her
cartoon anal sex smile at my chest then, and I would have been contented to hold onto that moment for the rest of my life. I didn
cartoon anal sex let the back of the dress fall back in place until the song was over, and we returned to our seats, but I did keep my hands there on her ass the rest of the time out there.
We only had taken a sip of our drinks when a fast tune came on, and Big Mike asked for the honors this time, and away she went. Now the song may have been faster than the one wed just danced, but that didn stop Big Mike from getting his feels in. Oh no. In fact it was like watching those beboppers the way he twirled her around out there, showing just about everything Pam has to an appreciative audience in the process, and putting his hands on her everywhere to boot before the song ended and they returned laughing, and giggling to the table with beads of perspiration popping out on their foreheads.
"Damn! This girl can dance!" Big Mike
cartoon anal sex said.
"She sure the hell can," said a new voice, "whos your friends Mike?"
"Hey Rick!" Yelled Big Mike, and got up and picked the lanky black gentleman straight up off the floor in a big bear hug before putting him back down and introducing us. "Id like you to meet my latest fare, thats Jake, hes the money man, and this is Pamela, shes his money maker."
For a moment there I thought Big Mike had blown it for us with that last
cartoon anal sex remark, but one look at Pamela, and damn if Big Mike hadn scored big with that comment. Most women, even those stepping out on their husbands with their husbands permission don like being called a prostitute, and thats pretty much what Big Mike had introduced her as to his friend, the owner of the Hilton Harlem as it turned out.
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