" Gina replied apologetically although she knew the girl was not being truthful."You did runaway from home though. Didn't you?" she added.Leslie pause...d again. If she told this woman she was a runaway she might find herself at the police station and worst of all back home with her parents - a place she didn't want to be right now."No, Just missed my ride home from a party." Leslie said flatly as if to drop the subject."Well then!" Gina smiled as she spoke, as if she believed every word. "Tell me. The music never stopped. It was the same song playing over and over again that never ended. Other conversations melded into the music. He was still talking. They were still dancing. Dancing. Dancing. Dancing up the spiral staircase. Gliding as if they were riding on a pillow of air. It seemed to take forever to reach the upper level. Then they were there. He stopped talking. His dark eyes were gazing into hers, asking, wanting. His mouth took hers. Scorched hers. He tasted of champagne and she. ................ I kneeled up on your chair and you slipped in my pussy........... i was so so wet...............squirting so so much xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and then i lay down on the desk and you satrted to fuck me my legs round your waist at first and then high up on your shoulders................... all i could think of was the shoulder stand in the hotel xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and then you reached for the lube and slipped in my bum.................... fucking me deep as my fingers played with my. Her scent — female musk with an overlay of something apple-like — assaulted my nose as we shuffled slowly around the floor. I was conscious of her hands on my hips, just above my bottom, and her breath on my hair. I tingled inside and my clit thrummed with excitement. I knew my panties were damp.The song ended and she leaned down to kiss my cheek. I turned my head just enough to catch the corner of her mouth and held her tightly against me for a few seconds.She stepped away, still holding my.