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So longas dear Charles does not think that he can pinch my bottom everytime I pass."There was more cheering and then the MC moved on to the next bid.Charles grinned at me in a cheeky way, leant over and gave me akiss on the cheek and put his arm around me. I noticed thatStephen was also snuggling up to Sally Anne and as I glanced overSally Anne gave me a look of 'Is it OK for me to kiss Stephen?'and recognising her intent I very slightly nodded my head OK. She then gave me a nod of approval for me and Charles.I once again met my dilemma. I was almost straight but had hadmy dear transsexual friend, Stacy, make love to me several times. There had also then been that time with Justin! Having hiddenin a wardrobe watching him make love to Sally Anne it haddeveloped into him admitting he was bi-sexual and ended up withhim having sex with me.Clearly Charles had no idea I was a man and hence sex was not inthe question but was kissing a man acceptable? My dilemma seemedso insolvable. If you. Kinda looked like he had been in a wedding that night or something. I had on a mini skirt, thong, heels, tank top, with an over-sized jacket on. He nuzzled his face into my neck planting kisses and deeply inhaling my perfume like we were old familiar lovers. I felt his hands slip under my jacket to my breasts. He gave a tug at the tank top stretching it lower so my breasts were totally exposed. He softly squeezed my nipples I lifted my eyes from the dancers below, looked around at the crowd and realized everyone this guy had just pissed off was watching us. A couple of guys actually had their mouths hanging open. I didn't care. It felt good. I went back to watching the dancers while grinding my ass against him to his rhythm. He whispered in my ear, “You should be down there dancing with titties like these.” I said, “You like them, huh?” He softly moaned in my ear. I pushed my ass against him a little harder spreading my legs so that his cock could slip between them and get more.
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