As I looked back into her eyes, I thought, just for a split-second that they had the same dark hue as Amy’s brown eyes. ‘What are you looking at ...ichael?’ Kathy brought me back to reality. ‘Uh, uh, nuthin sweetie, let’s dance.’ I slid my hands down to her hips and then around her back as she put hers on my chest with her cheek resting between them. She felt so good in my arms. Her hair smelled wonderful … sweet … perfumed. I breathed in her aroma as we danced slowly … very slowly! I like. ‘I can probably kiss Dad goodbye if I am pregnant with his grandchild.’ She smirked at the thought. The lighter side of the thought made her relax. She took a deep breath of air and smiled at the woman looking back at from the mirror. The concept made her reflect on Dad again. ‘I wonder what he’s up to?’ she mused. Her mental eyes saw him once again for what she could remember about him. What he looked like, his smile and the smirk he had, catching her unawares. Again she heard the words as. She lifted her head, rising on her still wobbly legs. Her face was stained and glistening, and tears still trickled from the corners of her eyes. "I-It was ... it was just too much ... a-and I couldn't ... I-I..." I know, you couldn't stop them." That's not it!" Melinda wailed. "It's that I couldn't feel! I couldn't feel what I wanted to feel! I couldn't get mad or scared or sad, not even in my own head!" Melinda wiped her eyes, pushing herself away from Jason a little, her hands balling into. She immediately stuffs it in her mouth, moaning softly as her mouth travels up and down your shaft while her hand massages your balls. You didn’t bother to tell her you haven’t cum in a week, and that she’ll be getting something to eat for sure. Tara bobs her head, letting your cock push to the back of her throat. You can feel her gag a bit but can’t hear her over the din of the restaurant. You let one hand go under the table to find and caress her hair and face as she sucks greedily at you.