I didn’t know why I was fighting against the idea, that I was interested in.“I’ve heard from my friends, that it feels amazing, just think about...it before closing the door on it, pretty please,” she said compassionately. I was still weighing up the pros and cons. “I will go shopping tomorrow and tomorrow night, we’ll have some fun,” she said with a smile. She seemed more into it than I was.The next day after work, Tiff came over to my loft. She was all smiles and quickly entered the open. " Careful, if you meet them, my dad will try to get you to go to abusiness university."They both chucked. There was silence for a few seconds before Zoeysmiled. "I want to dance." You want to dance? Right now?" Yes. No. In general. I used to take dance classes when I was little." Really? That sounds like fun. Why did you stop?" It was fun. It was my... passion. But there just wasn't time once I hadto start my parents' college prep boot camp. I miss just... dancing." Then you should dance.". At that time I was not sure what was what nor did I know what I doing but I brushed her clit as I ran my finger up and down her slit. Mom jumped so I did it some more. Then I went to her vagina which seemed to rather wet and easy to push my finger into. I slid three fingers into there as far as I could get them. The smell had me getting so horny that I thought my dick was going break off. Mom seemed to be enjoying this but I was not sure what else to do. I wanted to put my cock inside her. Bored out of my mind, I was feeling kind of mischievous. Mom was wearing a long, light summer dress which caressed around her legs. She had lowered herself down to look at the bottom rack of a display; her long dress pooled around her. I, idiotically, moved my foot so that it was pinning the dress to the floor. I figured that she would try and stand, fail, and maybe topple over, nothing more. A bit of harmless mischief which I’d apologize for and pretend to be a simple accident. However, as.