He leaned over slightly to kiss her deeply and to hold her tight, while his hands were caressing her body. Their tongues shyly at first, then boldly m...ingling together with the need to love each other completely and intimately. When the kiss was over, they were both breathless as they stared into each other’s eyes with a silent mutual agreement. He started kissing and licking her earlobes, first one then the other, very slowly, very erotically. Her breathing quickened at the sensual touch that. It was Debbie who first approached me. She was petite with platinum blond hair wearing heels and a purple glitter dress with one strap over her right shoulder.We danced to ABBA, KC and the Sunshine Band, and the Spinners. Debbie was digging my moves. I was digging everything about her.“You dance so well!” she told me.“It’s the second-best thing I do,” I told her.“And what’s the first?” she asked flirtatiously.“Let’s just say my best moves are best enjoyed in private,” I responded.“Maybe you. She shouted back her polite refusal and latched onto my arm as if they were going to reach over and pull her off my boat."What's the matter, Kay, bad memories?" Darn right. I won't put myself in that situation again. You don't really expect me to go with them to their drinking party, do you? I don't know them at all and I have no idea what they have on those boats besides the alcohol. The last time I went to one of those, you saved me and I've thanked my lucky stars you were there when I needed. "You work it out with her." Checking himself over once, he quietly slipped out the door. I relocked it."You're correct in one thing, at least." Sharon continued, "I do so enjoy sex, lots of sex. And I would be more than glad to fuck your brains out, Mr. Ronson. But, simply because I like to fuck, doesn't make me just a piece of meat, buster. Then again," she giggled, "maybe it does at that."Sharon was still on the table, sitting on her pretty ass with her clothing just as disarrayed as when I.