She had a flowing white blouse that let the dark contrasting straps of her bra show through. She pointed me to the living room telling me “Dave has ... beer waiting for you”. He was playing cards with Susan on the couch, I mean come on, who just hangs out and plays with their k**? Actually what teenager hangs out with her Dad? That’s a better question. Dave pointed to the beer on the other end of the couch next to Susan. Part one of my dirty little fantasy happened. She was wearing skorts, and a. She really liked that, a lot. I was going to attack her nipples when she slid off the bed to start going through my night table.“What is the stuff that makes sex all slippery for a long time,” Lane asked.I found a bottle of lubricant that said it was long lasting and gave it to her. As I watched as she worked dollop after dollop of it in her butt before turning around to see if I had a boner.Like duh! If having touched every inch of your naked body didn’t give me a boner, seeing you finger your. As the kiss continues, my body begins to mold into his. This kiss is full of longing and desire for each other. As our lips part I am finally able to see his face. His eyes are on fire, a raging, burning desire deep within them causing them to be a beautiful emerald color. He is breathing deeply and I know he is recalling the scent I’m wearing. It’s an oriental blend that has become intoxicating to him. I can feel his eyes sweeping over my body as he surveys me from head to toe. I’m wearing a. "Ah, yes. My mum and dad used to do all of those. She tried to teach me once, but I never really got it. I was more into rock'n'roll," she said.Then, "Did you meet anyone?" she asked"Well, I met Yves and Belinda, the teachers. They're wonderful, you should see them dance together. Belinda must have been one hell of a catch when she was younger, she's still a real beauty. Yves is a foreigner, comes from Spain or somewhere, I can't quite make out where. Strange accent. But oh, God, can those two.