You make my life fun.”Elsa kissed my cheek. “Thank you, my darling man.”Elsa and I glanced over, and saw Cindy being led to the dance floor by a...handsome man in a tuxedo. She smiled happily at the man as they started to dance. We could both see them talking as they danced. I felt glad that someone had taken the initiative to ask her to dance. Switching back and forth to dance with the sisters was disconcerting because I always felt I was abandoning one of them for too long.When the dance. Secondly, while I felt his penis in me, I still felt my hand stroking him. This was all a product of his memories being shared with my mind. Thirdly, I couldn’t feel his semen in me when he spurted. He had no frame of reference for that sensation, either, so he couldn’t project it or create it in my mind. I did feel the joy and ecstasy of his ejaculation, but only from his perspective.And I did feel his passion fade, after he had his orgasm. He was normal in that way.I, on the other hand, was. She wore a gown in my company indicating she was in comfort with me. I began to pick up on her gestures, she was definitely flirting. She laughed for no good reason, fumbled with her coffee cup and made flirtatious smiles at me while I spoke. I had my doubt that Natalie had any time for a 22 year old like myself, but I enjoyed her company nonetheless. Her lips looked soft from a close sitting, when she spoke I had a faint urge to jump over the counter and pounce on her lips with my own. However. ” Annie said, leaning back just a bit.“And what would that be?”“Your name, I’ve dance three times with you and don’t know your name.”He laughed. “Art.”“Hi Art, I’m Annie.” When she once again leaned forward, her breasts lightly grazed his chest. A tingle went all the way through her. “This is getting out of hand.” She thought as the song ended. He led her off the dance floor and back to her seat. “Would you join me for a drink?” He asked as he helped her onto the barstool.“Now that I.