Henry's fingers were under my panties now, sliding along my soaked snatch, rubbing on my clit, sliding through my bush. His other hand was holding my tit. He probed into my vagina with one of his fingers. I swooned from the wonderful sensation. He was finger-fucking me in the midst of a crowded room. It was obvious what he was doing. He didn't care if others saw us and I was completely under his spell. It was amazing how he could overcome my inhibitions.

He pulled his hand out of my blouse. I should've expected it, but I didn't. With two hands, he pulled my panties off my hips. I...