They danced only a couple of slow songs before Tara’s husband pussy tit led her off and obviously refused to go back on pussy tit.
I also noticed that every time pussy tit I saw her, Tara seemed to finishing off a glass of liquor.
Shortly after they returned pussy tit to their table, a woman joined them.
I recognized her, though I didn’t pussy tit know her name.
She worked in the same area as Tara, and was a little younger.
She was a tall, slim brunette pussy tit, not much in the way of the tit department, but she was real pretty.
Dressed in a red velvet shirt and black pants, her trim figure was accented as much as her pale, delicate skin.
The two women chatted and Tara’s husband got up and moved into the group of our company execs.
He must have been pussy tit real important.
I’ve never seen our VP invite an outsider into their pussy tit private circle so readily.
When I turned back to Tara, my eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets.
They were kissing.
It was not a long, sensuous kiss, but it was more than just a friendly peck on the cheek.
And I swear I saw the other girl’s hand briefly cup Tara’s left tit.
Tara whispered something in her ear, and with a quick glance to her husband, the two giggle and got up from the table.
To my shock and near terror, Tara guided them my way.
They were walking hand in hand, and Tara was stumbling just a little.
