The dancewear shop that they entered wasn't huge, space wise, but thestore was so packed with display racks that it was hard to move withoutconstantly...brushing against something. The moment they entered, Chadstarted to hang back neat the entrance. Horrible visions of her sendinghim to work in a pink ballet outfit were constantly running through hismind.Mel walked right up to the woman behind the counter. "May I help you?"the woman asked politely.Mel smiled. "I'd like an outfit for..." She. “That’s my girl, you do need to start looking at men and this is the place to start!” She chuckled and the others joined in.We walked on to a club my Mum usually frequented. As we clicked up the brightly lit Promenade groups of these men turned and looked at us, winking and smiling. I averted my gaze where I could. My Mum was loving it, and nodded at various guys and said hi.We entered a blue neon lit, white, minimalist bar that had a jazz, dance music playing in the background. There were more. Emma idolised her grandpa, he knew best and always made her feel good and happy and Emma even confessed that she enjoyed seeing her grandpa happy, it had been tough since grandma died and she just wanted him to be happy, it was even greater that she was teaching Sophie to show the same compassion towards me but what was interesting was that not only did Emma suck on her besties nipple, Sophie let her, interesting.Emma looked at her watch, “Before I go I will show you one other thing grandpa. Norma lay in the bed, watching his body as he moved around the loft. ‘This is too perfect’ she thought, ‘wonder what’ll come along and screw it up?’ All negative thoughts fled her mind as Charley returned to bed. Instead of lying beside her, he went to the foot of the bed and started nibbling her toes, then running his tongue from her ankle up the back of her leg all the way to her wet folds, swirling it slightly over her opening, lightly flicking her clit once before sliding down the other.