A blond body builder. Me and what I think he says is Tim but the music is too loud to be sure, ‘dance’. I rub my ass over his shaft through our cl...thes. Slowly and sensually, making it look like dancing but my movements are calculated. Driving his desire up the wall. I enjoy the tease. He does too. Long gone are any worries. All that matters is the shots Tim is buying and the foreplay we call dancing. I run my hands down his chest and up his thighs. His hands are tight on my hips. Making sure I. ” Their mother Amada walked into the kitchen, her dark hair flowing over her shoulders, her dark eyes fixed on Roy with the severity of a mother wronged by a good child. “Apologize to your sister at once.”“She started it.” Roy looked up at his mom, she wasn’t tall, but she was imposing when angry.“Roy.” Amanda put her hands on her hips. Her green dress didn’t fit her quite right, it was bunched in the chest and the hips. She looked like a woman trying to wear girls’ clothes.Roy looked back at. Have you got them with you?”“Yes.” Grace looked slightly abashed.“Cheeky!” he grinned and gave her a gentle kiss. “I’ll take them in tomorrow. When do you want the answer by?”“Friday?”“That sounds fair.”“By the way all this is ‘Commercial-in-Confidence’ so please warn whoever.”“Yes, ma’am, Miss Grace!”Grace told Hugh Walker what she had done the next morning.“Well done again, Grace! Let’s make a tentative plan for you, Peter and me to get together at ten next Monday.”“Thanks, Hugh. I’ll go and. .." "To squeeze your ass, maybe tug on that shirt..? One of your breasts falling out, your big, beautiful tits, your suckable nipples hard, and begging for attention?" She nodded again, gasping audibly, as she felt one of his hands trailing up her side, against her skin, the shirt bunching over his wrist, riding up, baring her as his arm moved. "And why would you want that, sweety..? A woman with a stable job, and a loving, caring boyfriend at home waiting for you; why would you be fantasizing.