”“Okay. I guess we better get started. That slideway isn’t very fast.”“I got my flyer right here.”She got up and he followed her. She had ...not only the most beautiful face, but he also found the behind looked very attractive in the tight red and white suit.She turned. “You don’t have to walk behind me.” She held out her arm as if it was the most natural thing and he took her hand.“I didn’t mind walking behind you. It was kind of nice.”She laughed. “You are so different from the guys I know. I. The refreshments could have been better. I've never been a fan of stale pretzels and greasy clam dip. The conversation was stale and greasy, too. Who were these people, anyhow? They were graying pot-bellied men and their wrinkling, desperately over-mascaraed wives. Certainly, they weren't anyone I had anything in common with any more... if I ever did.From across the room, someone was waving at me. She looked vaguely familiar. By golly, it was an older version of Marianne. She showed the ravages. "Tommy, this is Susan," I yelled at the top of my lungs. "I need your help. Would you come here? Now. I have a pass for you."There was a little more silence, and then one of the guys hollered, "Tommy, someone named Susan is at the door yelling for you."Then a chant began, "Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy."Even though I was still mad, I was starting to get embarrassed and I began to realize Tommy would probably be embarrassed too by my being here. Even though I couldn't see anybody around the wall,. He was staring at her as she again tweaked her nipple, the slickness making it easy for her fingers to run over and tease it, make it erect. She then leant forward and he was able to take it in his mouth, he could taste her musky pussy as he suckled and nibbled. She gasped as he bit gently, then rocked back and as she sat he smoothly slipped inside her. She was wet and open and he slid all the way in, she then lifted and rode him, keeping up a rhythm that made them both breathe hard. She.