I lowered my mouth over her boob, she seemed to turn in order that I could get in my mouth quicker. My it was firm, much firmer than I had expected an... the nipple was as hard as rock. Keeping my mouth over her boob I flicked her nipple with my tongue. Claires breathing got deeper and deeper. I administered the same treatment to her other boob. She was now audibly panting. There was now way that I could lower myself to lick her pussy unless I opened the car door, her lay prone across the seat. I. I loved him with all of my heart. “I love you, I really do, but are you sure that you want to do this?” “I love you, too, and I am really sure. I want you, no I need you.” With that he started to kiss my neck, slowly running his hands down and gently cupping my bum. I moaned into his mouth as he began to massage my butt. “Touch me; touch me where I have never been touched before!” I begged him. I was a virgin. At eighteen years old I had met the love of my life and I was ready. Ready to. Then about half way through the night he asked me if I wanted to dance. I told him I had not danced in many years, and he said that was not a problem. He had me fold my cane, and I did and had it dangle from one wrist. He then guided me onto the dance area, and then did the same. Then it was almost like what I remember of watching ballroom dancing, with one of my hands held in his, and the other on each others waist. I could see how we would have to do this, since almost nobody could see. It. I sat there panting slightly, my eyes half opened, my panties half soaked. He seemed displeased about this and licked down my chest. Taking hold of one of my breasts and giving them a good squeezes while licking the nipple of the other. I gripped the bed as he did the same over and over again. He bit down finally on my left nipple and sucked heavily. Like a baby. I Stroked his hair and breathed slightly quicker. While he was feeding on my left nipple he was massaging the other. This mixture of.