The Motor Home
He must have been at least a foot taller than my five foot four inches, dark, almost black skin, shaved head and the largest bulge I'd ever felt, that he pressed against me as we danced. Not only was he tormenting me by rubbing himself against me, it was the things he was saying to me that had caused my panties to become sopping wet. By the time I went back to the table where my co workers were sitting, I was literally on the verge of having an orgasm. I'm not exactly a prude, nor have I...