We both had bald pussies. Kimberly and I got in the center of the room and started to dance. We were both dancing very close together. Then we removed... each other’s bras. We both danced close together and our breasts were touching each other’s. We helped each other take our thongs off. My hand was on her muff and her hand was on mine. We then danced around and then we kissed each other. A full French kiss. Our tongues were dancing in each other’s mouth. Kimberly then took my hand and took me to. I finally had to come up for air, and Callie had to catch her breath. "God, Bob, that was the best orgasm I've ever had! How did you learn to do that?" "Years of practice, honey. It also helped that some women have shown me just what I needed to do, though each woman is different." "I guess that's true" she reflected. "Now that I've come down some, let me do the same for you." With that, she took my partially erect cock into her mouth, and began moving it in and out of her mouth. I was already. After a few minutes we reached the main house, a giant marble and sandstone monument to the Weems family fortune. Bill Weems had been a billionaire real-estate developer before going into politics, and Apertus was a sort of magnum opus. The house featured a domed roof and a surfeit of columns and sculptural elements. Judging by the number of cars parked out front, the party was just getting started. We let ourselves into the foyer. The Weems' had thoughtfully provided a table for the guests to. Jean and Abby had sat primly with legs crossed in their short skirts and hands folded comfortably in their laps. The interview suddenly changed completely when the oldest son, Matt, interrupted.“Father, excuse me but we all know what a big element of this job is. We can continue to pretend but we are all thinking about it. Jean and Abby even selected their dress for it. Mini-skirts and thigh-highs with the tops peeking from under the skirts is hardly the normal attire for a normal job.