All young, well dressedand able to afford the good things in life. There was a scattering of menand some men not too well dressed in drag. In spite of... my vivaciousfriends, my eyes followed the performers, one redhead in particular. Shehad a truly gorgeous figure. A big bosom with very visible cleavage, aslim waist and well-rounded hips. At around 5' 9" she was as tall as I.She danced on the bar top, or stage, in 5" spikes as if she was born inthem.A jab from Kelly brought me back to present. " Still, if you change your mind."Angela quietly deposited footed saucers of pineapple sherbert beforereturning to the children."What about you? Do you think you might ask Cathy about making Bridget alive-in?"Vicky shook her head. "Despite my jest, the only thing I might do is takeBridget off for a little bonus trip, but I've got higher standards forsomeone I might try out for a name change." Not someone you would take home to Mother Frances, is he?" No, definitely not. Since there is zero. After a boozy night of drinking, dancing and sexual tension, we walk back heavy headed. In the cold of the night, I drag him closer to me. I feel his hand on my ass. I inhale sharply as his touch reminds me of the fantasies of the last month. I long for him to bend me over and spank me. Instead, he grabs a hold of me and starts to whisper in my ear, “You're a naughty girl, aren't you? What have you been up to without me, all of these dirty thoughts? Well, let me give you what you asked for.” In. I noticed her bra strap was showing, I chose to place my fingers over the strap.As I was slowly massaging her shoulders my cock quickly grew to its erect state, if anyone were to look they would definitely see a big bulge in my pants; luckily I was in the back row.Amanda's shoulders were relaxed as I went over them with my hands, what was maybe 30 seconds felt like several minutes.With every motion I made with my hands I could feel my cock pulsate. All I wanted was to feel her hands on my shaft.