Finally, Colette decided that enough was enough. Too much time had been wasted. She got up from her comfortable chair and went to where Jay was sittin...g and straddled his lap. She kissed him and she kissed him hard, forcing her agile tongue between his teeth. It was a kiss that had been built on months of pent-up desire and Jay felt it all the way down to his toes. Colette had him pegged, he had been a dope. No more of that. Colette wiggled a bit on his lap, hoping to provoke a response. She. For a second, Richard marveled at her feet, so tiny, as they entered thewater. She slid into the water like a sylph, sinking to her shoulders, noteven wetting her short straight schoolgirl hair. He wasn't sure what to expect as she came into the water, but she moveddirectly too him. He felt her legs against his and suddenly she was straddlinghis lap, kneeling on the bench to either side of his body. Her breasts rosefrom the water, inches from his face. His cock once more hardened, despitethe. My tempo increased and yet the depth of my invasion had not changed, she writhed with needs beyond her ability to change as I lifted her legs higher and found the fluid movement standing as only her shoulders and head lay on the bed. I saw her fists bunch in the covers as she attempted to fuck me back with every move she could make as the head of my dick scraped over her g-spot with each passing thrust. I felt the clenching of her abdomen as her climax built once more to the overpowering need. * * *The party is everything Tamra had feared it would be. Her husband's boss – an obese matron with daddy issues – wears a flouncy square-dancing skirt and a white peasant blouse with the elastic bands clutching her upper arms like pythons. Co-workers wear various combinations of flannel and plaid-patterned cotton. Cowboy hats abound, as do fake horses, fake mustaches, and real alligator boots.Tamra floats through it all in a daze. She can still feel the stranger's hands on her body, his cock.