All these little details Michael took in one glance, but it was a flash of her blue eyes that seemed to cut through the darkness and catch his attenti...on. He watched the group of revelers move to a table and placing their order. Overhead, the cast of Rent was crying for wine and beer and singing about La Vie Boheme which Michael found ironically appropriate at that moment.Michael studied the group. Retail he thought, not enough of them in the uniforms of wage slaves, but too well dressed for. She tried to come to her senses but she was also aroused. Her pussy felt aroused and wet. He put his hand inside her skirt and caressed her pussy over her blue lace string. He felt her pussy to be wet. She tried to put his hand out her pussy, but she failed. Her body and mind liked it. In that sex-hormone sex-driven mood, her legs opened in order help her body to take higher sex satisfaction.He was forcing his finger inside her blue lace string, inside her pussy. She was closing her eyes, and. “Subtle.”“But, I think, suggestive.”May showed me a few more bits and pieces but none of them took me any further, but that could change when I had more data to put them into context.~~~I was lying face down between Polly’s thighs, doing something that needs no further elaboration, when a thought occurred to me. I looked up at her.“What?”“Isabella’s journal. Isn’t it curious?”“What’s curious about it?”“I haven’t found it. I mean, almost everyone kept one. We’ve got bits of Dr Martin’s, most. Our bodies were brushing and feeling against each other. I raised her head lifting by her chin looking deep in her eyes.She looked pretty much excited, aroused as I kept serving kisses on both her cheeks and moving down to her neck. She kept her hands on my waist and started to move her fingers slowly inside my t-shirt. My kisses moved from her neck to her cheeks to her lips. Her hands kept moving deeper into my t-shirt feeling my body. The soft-touch of her fingers on my body was incredible..