She held her hand still again, whispering, "Watch more." I turned back to the screen to see two groups of three women writhing together. They were no ...longer parting, but staying together. Hands were wandering all over.The two groups coalesced into one mass. Necks, shoulders, boobs, arses were being caressed. A sharp whistle stopped the music. The dancers quickly formed a circle, all facing inward. The shot changed to an overhead shot over the centre. They snapped their heads to face the women. In the week before the reunion, Joan was a wild sexual animal. She would suck my cock, her tongue slathering it, gargling it in her throat and swallowing everything. She sat on my face and furiously played with her clit for what seemed hours of pleasure, covering me with her juices. I licked at her wet holes and flicked my tongue on her clit while she was fingering it, then I stuck my tongue deeply into her rosebud. Her orgasms were explosive, her eyes rolling back in her head and her whole. Marcy smiled, and she does have one of those melt your pants type smiles.Later that evening as I approached the motel I was in anticipation of what was to come, yet also a little apprehensive. After all I had only met this woman a few weeks ago, we had talked, and I knew her past. But I knew nothing of her now other than she agreed to meet me. Then I thought, what if she was setting me up, could she be a cop trying to spring a trap?Well my fears were layed to rest shortly thereafter. Marcy. So long have I wanted to touch you, to feel you skin that I have moved past longing and ventured into obsession. But tonight isn’t the night I tell you, so I laugh at your jokes and listen to the story of you most resent heartache until I can no longer bare the sound of your voice taunting me. I excuse myself and hide in the bathroom, trying to suppress my impulses and halt the inevitable torrent of tears. Meanwhile you wonder into my room, innocent of my feelings you notice something that I.