I eased her to the carpet in the middle of my office, stretching out alongside so I could continue exploring her mouth with my tongue while my hands r...oamed over her body.My lips left hers to trail down her neck to the tops of her flaunted tits, my right hand sliding back over her ass and down to the backs of her thighs, now exposed by her hiked-up dress, getting my second pleasant surprise of the night when I encountered bare flesh and realized she was wearing stockings and not pantyhose.She. It had been a long time since I danced for a crowdand I was really having fun.When AC/DC finished Robert stood up again and said, "Stay there DeAnn. Youall have read the review I wrote on DeAnn and now you've seen her in theflesh. Yeah, pun was intended, my friends. I will now ask the male members tofold your hands on your table if your vote is no, and raise up your righthand if your vote for DeAnn is yes."I looked around, and all I could see was hands up. I smiled and Robertsaid, "DeAnn, by a. .. — Of course, I said, but I whistle and she runs. Is it not that you would want to see me with a girl? — It's true... you're fine together. Chris looks at me and says: — You think we're assorted. —… Yes Miss. — Well, I'll try you. She sits down in an armchair and places one of her heels on a small table. With her finger she points to her pussy. Without wasting any time I kneel between her thighs. In this position, her pussy again pouting, a lip a little rolled up. . They’d been my neighbors when I bought the house, some two years ago. In those two years, we’d conversed occasionally when bumping into each other at the end of our drives.The seclusion and privacy of Beverly Hills was designed to discourage familiarity but I couldn’t help notice how Betty and Harold seemed to have classic cocktail parties three or four times a week, the big band music and babble of voices reaching me when I sat on my patio. Their soirées would go on into the early hours. It.