I asked her to dance with me and we moved to the centre of the dance floor, holding each other closely. She kissed me long and deep, while at the same...time rubbing her beautiful body next to mine. I could feel her cock hard and throbbing against my thigh, while my own strained against my skimpy panties as she lightly stroked and fondled my balls under my skirt. We continued like that for some time, swaying slowly in time to the music, oblivious of everything except each other. We were making. I then shredded the white cotton fabric of her bikini panties so that her hairy pussy was bare except for a few tattered strips that hung from the waistband.Backing away from her for a few seconds, I reveled in her beauty. Her eyes were smoldering with lust and her pink tongue flicked out to wet her pouty brown lips. Letting my eyes move over her, I noticed that, aside from her nipples, her skin was a uniform chocolate color all over.“Like what you see, baby?” Trisha asked. She turned around. I shamefully walked out to see it al still laying there. A rush of excitement went through my body soon followed by disgust. In a swift motion I grabbed hold of her bra. I was not proud of it but now I had done it. I felt the cups and imagined what the feeling must be like if it was filled. I picked up the pair of panties. They were not made to cover much. They were laced and the thin fabric only made me more in the mood. I slid my finger over the area that was designed to cover the most. Her mother died of a heart attack when Shawna was fourteen. She had been tall, strong, and a renowned collegiate athlete. Her mother was just thirty-four years old when she died. Her father never got over his wife’s death. He turned to alcohol and died of liver failure the summer after Shawna graduated from high school. She had understood that her father was committing suicide and counseled him throughout. She got him to seek help but the pain of his loss always led him back to the bottle. Her.