Which suggested she didn’t know Jordan was my Fonti, or she simply didn’t care. Of course, that also begged the question, why did she need so many...women to begin with?I looked out the window and realized where we were, just south of my apartment complex. We were stopped at a red light on West Arkansas Lane, waiting to cross South Cooper. I looked at Dana. “There’s a tailor shop this close to my apartment?”“Why does that surprise you?” she asked in return.I shrugged. She had a point.We crossed. We entered…..after few minutes…dj got started and people started dancing …… we started dancing too….. i was putting my hand around her west and started dancing…..i started feeling her butt…soft and sexy……time to time..i pressed too…..she was enjoying…it was dim light and smoky aroma so privacy was there…..she started pinching my dick through her front part which was making me crazy…….i started to feel her boobs too….i said to press them …..she was getting hot……it was around 9.30 she asked if we. “Are you going to be able to get back to sleep Ray?” she asked me, rubbing my back to calm me down.“Lie down with me for just a minute, Susan?”“Sure,” she said cuddling up behind me. “If you want to talk about the dream, I can listen?”“No, just hold me tight until I fall asleep, you do feel so nice and soft. Thank you for coming in and waking me up. Now, maybe I will have a dream about you, those dreams I like!” I said.She cuddled up so close that I could feel her breasts against my back.. I was the client, the person my friend was dancing on, my gaze laying on her breasts with my hands everywhere else. I could imagine the feel of the soft, supple skin that laid beneath and I moaned. Mora would then push me down to the bed and slowly remove my sandals, brushing her hands down my legs to marvel the silky soft skin that awaited her. She would then kiss up each leg. Delicate kisses, almost like a feather. Then rather abruptly, she’d separate my knees, slowly inching closer and.